The night went by smoothly enough, but come morning a ruckus shook the poor islander awake. Was that Jasper? She was heavily worried at first, but tried to remember what she had been reading in the book last night. When the hormones had taken over completely, she'd grow her dragon features. Did that include a tail? She couldn't remember. Eva peeked into the cave and saw Jasper's dragon wings just before she tucked them under her huge mane of cream-colored hair. The islander couldn't help but stared as those wings flexed and folded against her. Jasper's dragon traits were.... beautiful. She growled softly, pulling her out of the cave as she flattened herself against the wall outside. Why now? Why her? What was it about that god damned,<i>stupid</i>woman that made her so appealing? She had dragon wings. On her back, for fucks sake. And she found them<i>beautiful</i>?! What twisted and sick shit was that? Eva's growl got louder as her frustration grew. How did she find herself in such a situation? If only her aim had been true and she struck the dragon down the first time rather than landing on the rider... The islander sighed softly and glanced over in time to see the basket she'd put food in fly out of the cave. The silly little beast was hungry, mm? Eva wandered over to collect the basket from the dirt before making her way inside the cave. Her expression was a mix of laughter and irritation as she pointed to Jasper and then to the basket. "Aye laid dis out for ya to feast outta,<i>not</i>to throw around like ah<i>child</i>wit a tempah when dey don't have der wae. Aye'm<i>trying</i>so hard ta help ya, Jaspah... can ya give me even a litta bit'ah slack, mon?" She was stressed out and tired. She'd barely gotten any sleep that night due to her nightmares and then she was woken to the roar of her dragon-blooded travel companion. And it was only day one! The islander sighed softly and walked over to their large sack of food, pulling out a little for herself and then filling the whole basket for Jasper and dragging it over to the woman, but trying to be mindful to keep out of arms reach; not realizing the woman had a tail as well.