She listened silently to Jasper recalling more about their horns, nodding along at different intervals. It made sense with them being so sensitive that it would be awkward to have someone else touch them. The islander felt a flash of guilt run through her at the realization that she was trying to barter her way in to touching those very horns simply because she wanted leverage on them. Taking advantage of someone's weakness was a lousy way of having the upper hand, but with her company being immune to all the other bits of her no one else was, she felt the need to have<i>something</i>on her side. She continued working in this contemplative silence, her skilled hands working as they would with any other wound. Even if the user had no feelings towards the patient, her hands worked lovingly and gently. Enemy or unstable ally, she would have healed either the same way. The few kills she had under her belt were done swiftly with no suffering. Just because she had a grudge against dragonkind did not mean she wanted the beasts to suffer at her hand. No one deserved the type of anguish her people felt that horrible night.<br/><br/>As her company went on to mention the futility of her horns cracking from a mere rock, Eve found herself chuckling softly. The idea<i>did</i>sound suspiciously preposterous. Seemingly on the same wavelength, Eva switched her care from the broken stump of a horn to the other horn, leaning in to examine it closely. She couldn't see anything herself as she carefully rubbed her fingers over the slick surface of the horn for any cracks, but that didn't mean there was nothing there. "Aye don' see anyting..." she whispered after her inspection was complete, glancing down at Jasper to meet their eyes on accident as they asked about her hatred for the flying reptiles. Eva just felt herself growling softly, though there was no visible shift of feelings felt in her hands as they continued to work diligently applying the salve. It was a sore topic. Was it even worth sharing? Likely her company would just find a way to twist her words around to justify their own ends, right? It wasn't like they were friends, let alone even allies. Merely two parties pushed together in a decidedly dangerous situation. The memories of that night filled her mind in the gap of her indecision. She shivered softly, recalling the screams of terror. The petite islander somehow might of been able to save her people that night, but it wasn't before the cost of a few lives as well as her future. Even now as she grew, the fire spirit worked to slowly take over her body and extinguish the very flame of her own life for its own means.<br/><br/>Her hands had stopped some time during her contemplation, laying idle on her company's horn. Finally realizing this, she drew back her hands and sighed softly. "Dey kill't mai people" was all she answered before slowly raising herself from the dirt and brushing off her knees. Making her way over to the fire, she leaned her hand into the flame and allowed the spirit to fuel it enough for the night before pulling herself out just before any actual damage would have appeared on her skin. "Sleep. Wey have ah long wae ta go tah'morrow." And with that, she crawled her way up into the tree she'd prepped earlier, curling herself up inside the nook she made. The spirits of those cannibals they'd murdered before floated about her still, speaking to her and trying to aggravate her. Every once in a while, her hand would swat out at them as if the physical shift would actually do anything to shut them up. One of the reasons the islander tried to make death a swift thing was for the fact that spirits tended to stick around and pester if they had suffered.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="673" data-username="@Corrupted Quartz" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/673/">@Corrupted Quartz</a>