Rolling her eyes Jasper shifted to lay on her stomach, making it easier for the woman to reach her horn and less likely for her to face plant into the dirt. "You caught me off guard. I've never had someone else touch my horns.. Not even the healers at camp. I usually take care of them myself, sharpening, cleaning, buffing and the rest. I don't want someone to fuck up and damage them. An not I'm going to be lop sided for a while." She muttered, closing her eyes as she felt the cold sensation run over her mind.<br/><br/>Her ears stayed alert in case Eva decided to do anything stupid, but her mind was finally getting a chance to enjoy a little peice and quiet. Taking a deep breath Jasper slowly opened her eyes to watch the woman work. "For how thick they are and how much work I put into them you would think they would be strong enough to with stand a rock to the head.. I must of cracked my horn when fell of Pearl.. " her fear now shifting to her other horn, if it was cracked as well she would have to break it off and regrow it. You could heal a cracked horn, but a crack never healed as strong as it once was, it was smarter to just regrow the horn. Even if it hurt like bloody he'll the whole time.<br/><br/>"So tell me.. Why does your village hate dragons.. I've heard a few different stories but it would be ice to know what the acutal story is" she muttered as she closed her eyes, soon purring from the gentle touch running along her horn. She wanted to understand why Eva hated dragons so much and maybe she could fix the problem