Jasper gave her the answer she needed to hear and even more for the islander to chew on. As the woman continued to explain the situation, Eva started getting a sinking feeling in her gut that she was right about all of it. And for some reason, it made her... mad? The islander downcast her face into the crevice between her body and her knees, wrapping her arms around her head as if she could curl up any smaller and just disappear all together. This was madness. There was no reason for her to be angry right now. If Jasper was right, and Eva knew in her soul that she was, then there should be no more hatred for the dragons. So why was she so aggravated? The only logical thing she could think of was the aggravation she felt of herself. She'd slaughtered countless dragons under an oath that was misguided, leading her people to do the same against a legion of people that were sworn to protect. How often had Jasper protected her when it would have been better for her to flee and leave her? Still, she was angry even beyond that and it made no sense. As if something else was trying to pull the strings and make her confused. She grimaced softly, stashing away the last bits of what Jasper had said. It was too much to think on right now. One life changing realization at a time.<br/><br/>Eva glanced up in time to see Jasper bleeding again as she struggled with the shackles. Seeing the blood spared the islander the chance to get embarrassed over Jasper's naked form as she easily let her healer persona slide into place and ran over to the dragon rider. Gesturing for the woman's hand, she pressed her own against the open wound and let the heat of her skin seal it shut before then carefully removing the shackles. But before she could effectively finish cutting through one of them, she felt something hit the back of her head and bounce off. With a hiss of pain, she reached and rubbed her head, her hand only coming away bloody after the fact. Eva, already not in the mood, turned to face the direction of the throw with a fire in her eyes. The water around her bare feet already quickly evaporated and started rushing around her form instead. What she was faced with, though, was a small girl. Despite being roughly the same height of Eva, she was likely in her early teens. Her skin was tanned and marred from hard labor while her eyes shone bright blue and her waist length hair was a dirty brown and put up in a style native to the village they had just stayed in.<br/><br/>"Leave her<i>alone</i>," the girl stated, standing her ground with a heavy glare towards Eva. Confused, the islander let the added heat of her skin dissipate; she wasn't going to fight a child. Hoping the child was just misguided, Eva started walking towards her with a sad smile.<b>"Hey there.... kid. I think you're a little mista--"</b>Her sweet sounding sentence was cut off with another throw of a rock that Eva caught this time and plunged into the river with agitation. "You're a dragon killer! And you're going to kill her too!" The girl hissed, raising her slingshot for another blow as Eva slowly approached her. The rock in the sling was odd shaped, looking more like a small bag. The girl knew even if the bag was caught, it would explode instantly in the islander's hand and blind her, as was her original intention; then she could take the dragon and run away from here. "You've captured this dragon when they're really peaceful and loving creatures! They just want to help!" Eva sighed and rubbed at her eyes before pausing before the girl.<b>"Listen... I haven't <i>captured</i> this <i>woman</i>..."</b>Unwilling to hear any more, the girl fired off the special shot in Eva's direction.