The notion of opening up to her company gave the islander a good chuckle to fall asleep to as she curled up in her little nook of the tree. It was a far-fetched idea at best. She only needed the giant for her ticket home and had no emotional need or attachment otherwise that would warrant her desire to shed a lifetime of secrets and worry. The thought was enough to lighten her mood against the onslaught of spirits that haunted her waking hours. It hadn't taken long before she allowed her musing to carry her off to sleep for the night while the spirits hovered around her in futility.<br/><br/>The peace was broken quickly, however. At some point of the increasingly dark night, a band of monsters descended upon the campsite. Eva had never seen such beasts before. Some of them even rivaled the size of her company who already stood almost 7 feet tall. Never one to back down from a fight, the islander just about burst from her nest in the tree when her injury from their fall flared up and caused her to collapse back into the nest. Her bloody coughs were covered up by the fits of joy the boisterous creatures made when they successfully managed to secure their intended target. It was then she also realized they weren't after her. Or at least, they had not seen her. Wiping the blood from her mouth, she sunk back down into the bark of the tree and watched as they carried her company away. Jasper was glaring at her and still putting up a hell of a fight as they disappeared into the inky darkness of the forest. And then she was alone. A moment of relief flooded over her in the absence of her new-found "friend." Perhaps those creatures had done her a favor hauling off that giant. Recalling the glare of her company once more, she hissed softly into the cold night air. It was better off this way, right? The sounds of the forest nightlife seemed to amplify and press in around her at all sides. This was the first time she'd ever been truly alone. Her common sense would not allow her pride to win the battle over whether Jasper's company was preferred or not because she knew it was<i>needed</i>. The giant that got toted away was her only means in finding her home and her people once more. The woman groaned, loudly, and when the ache in her side finally started to subside, she carefully climbed her way from the nest.<br/><br/>It only had taken her a few stumbles through the dense forest to finally notice the frantic marks clawed into the bark of every other tree she passed. Seemed her company had a brain after all. With a roll of her eyes, she followed the inconsistent marks; actually getting lost a few times on the way before she finally found the large encampment of the creatures that took her guide. But how was she going to go about getting them out of there? One thing was certain, at least, when she finally did find her company's whereabouts: Jasper was a woman. The oddly obvious observation had still floored the islander. All her people were tiny and lithe due to their diet being mainly of fish; having been cut off from most of the main land via their walls. To think that big and stocky build could belong to a female was astounding to her, but it was plain as day as there was very little left to the imagination when staring at the woman. The pigs had the decency of keeping her undergarments on, at least.<br/><br/>Slowly, a plot formed in the islander's mind; one that hopefully kept her from fighting a whole clan of monsters while she was still recovering from her own injuries. The islander burst from the brush, pointing at Jasper and then herself. "Dat ting belongs ta<i><b>me</b></i>!" There was conviction in her voice as she truly felt the giant in the cage was perhaps someone she owned. She snarled fiercely, ignoring the burn in her side when she attempted to look much more intimidating than her tiny stature might have allowed. There would be points allotted to her for trying before she died, right?