Despite how Jasper had been when they first got to the cave, the first few days of their stay was pleasant. It seemed as long as long as Eva gave into the dragon rider's incessant whining to be close, then she'd calm down and be gentle with her. Even the odd little "baths" she kept seeming to get were both keeping her cool and apparently healing her internal wounds. By the time the second day came, the islander realized she could breath properly again and didn't get as winded. Still, though, Jasper would continue to show her affection in that sense and when her tongue strayed the first time, Eva flushed red and shoved the woman's tongue back in her mouth. The dragon rider was stubborn, though, and those "straying" licks became more and more apparent as the day went on. It made Eva wonder as they settled in for the night number two, if Jasper would still be herself in the morning.<br/><br/>At some point during the night, Eva had slipped from Jasper's hold to sleep in her old cot set up outside the cave and sure enough, by morning, she could hear Jasper whining for her. It was almost deceiving enough that the islander fell for it, but the whining quickly deteriorated into pure rage and demands. After the last of her demands were screamed out, Eva finally entered back into the cave. She didn't appreciate being called like some animal to do another's bidding. It was a new feeling for her. The islander had always been on the top, the pinnacle, of her village whether she was their healer or their savior. To now be called in such a manner to do what she assumed was being "rut into the ground", Eva wanted no part.<br/><br/>She folded her arms and stared hard at the other female as she fought against the chains. Eva was confident they would hold after her handiwork, having even quietly inspected them through the nights when she was sleeping next to Jasper. She shook her head at the dragon rider and rolled over a few fruits to her, hoping that was the case of her yelling, but had a worrisome pit in her stomach that it was not. Rather than giving into the demands of someone who appeared very little like her friend Jasper, or even whatever she had coddled for the last two days, the islander sat herself down against the cave wall with the book the orcs gave her to learn more on her friend. "No one's gwanna come ta ya if ya sound like dat, mon," she replied harshly, taking a juicy bite out of an apple she'd pulled from the pack for herself.