Eva simply grinned at the lewd thought of her dragonkin friend using all three of those aforementioned things against her, quite vividly and roughly. This time the flush on the islander's cheeks stayed humble and she didn't bother brushing the thought away or the resulting pigmentation. She could never see herself with someone who rode dragons, but just the fact that Jasper had the ability to touch her left open a world of fantasies for the islander to explore privately in her meantime. Certain ones revolving around dominating the towering female and humiliating her were top on the list with a bittersweet desire. Quietly, she observed the female's musculature frame move about their room as she formed herself what looked to be... a nest? Eva couldn't help but chuckle at this, even going so far as to bite her bottom lip to stave off the louder chuckles as the dragonkin fell down into her nest. Jasper was cute. She had to give the woman that. Built like a man, the tongue of a dragon, and the mane of a lion, and she was still attractive in the islander's eyes'. "Aye appreciate da oils, dear. Sleep nah..." She whispered with a smile. The dragonkin was a sweet thing, but the islander felt the oils unnecessary as she hadn't wanted to damper Jasper's sensitive senses with such things; at least not on accident.<br/><br/>It took only a few minutes before her companion was finally slipping into dreamland and in typical Eva fashion, she was already slipping out of bed. Slipping out of the sheets, her bare feet hit the ground and she smiled softly. The vague motion hurt a little, but she knew her body could take everything just fine. Her hues slipped over to Jasper in the corner, her smile growing wider as she witnessed her friend sleeping. After gathering a few items as well as an apple Jasper had brought home, she easily slipped out of the room on light feet and out the inn with hardly anyone noticing. She'd be back in an hour after she explored the village a little more. The islander had dawned the new clothes the dragonkin had bought, but the village's style seemed to show more skin than Eva was used to. Being stuck so far into the forest likely made their climate rather humid, so it was understandable, but she would have liked something to cover the bandages peeking out of the bottom of her bralette.<br/><br/>The night air was musky and stuck to her skin in a way that displeased the islander. She was already hot enough as it was without the humidity of this area threatening to suck the remaining moisture she had dry. Hopefully there were some rivers nearby, or at least their inn would have a bathing area. Something. The islander's trip out that evening claimed several purposes. For one, she needed a better grips of her surroundings, she refused to be cramped in that room longer than she already had been, and her temperature had been rising steadily as she slept. If she didn't cool her core down soon, she'd start getting a fever and that would just further worry her companion who already thought she had almost died that morning. Luckily, the village had a small man-made spring they allowed people to use for bathing purposes.<br/><br/>Eva took her time getting her body temperature back to a doable degree before she headed back to the hotel. She'd explored the area before finding the spring and felt more at peace with the place. Although, somewhere through her journey, she seemed to pick up a seed of doubt. Rather, she felt something weighing on her as she returned to the hotel. As if she had eyes on her. Surely it was just some curious villager wondering about the new girl, though, so Eva passed it off as nothing in particular.<br/><br/>When she came back into the room, she found Jasper still sprawled out in her makeshift bed and she had to admit the spot looked comfier than even the provided bed in the room. With a stubborn resolve and curiosity abound, she decided to push the dragonkin aside a little, nudging the beast over with her foot until Jasper moved away in her sleep. Then the islander laid down and curled up in the crook the female's body provided, facing herself away from her and settling in for a nap herself. The more she slept, the more likely she'd heal quicker and get the hell out of this humid environment.