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[center][h3]--Osprey - Campsite--[/h3][/center]
If she had to be perfectly honest, Eve still had the expectation that at least half of the group would recoil at her visage, a twisted amalgamation of a Sollan and a dragon, human and monster fused together to beget something even worse than the foulest of blighted dragons. As such, though her face betrayed little, the chimeric eidolon was honestly surprised to find not a single one of them exhibit so much as repulsed aggression; a few were rather surprised, others intrigued, yet none made a scene. [color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] She had mixed feelings about this, but the pragmatic side of her rationalized that traveling with the dreaded Demoness and the famed Dragonslayer acclimatized these people to the strange and exotic. It felt... nice, she could get used to this.

Eve decided to... [i]not[/i] pull her hood back up as the boisterous folk hero performed his dynamic introduction, relishing in the few rare moments where her unveiled countenance didn't become a beacon of unwanted stares and leers. Instead, all eyes - including Eve's own - were on Robin as he flourished his cape after raising from a gallant bow. She couldn't agree more with the adventurer-hero's motive, yes, those tyrants from beyond the ocean were no better than bandits and cutthroats. Robin's passion for justice was so strong, it manifested in the form of light; the light of hope, Eve deduced. 

Following the aspiring hero was the proven one of their kind, the Azure Dragoon himself, Sir Galahad of House Caradoc. He and Izayoi were the two individuals among them that Eve could say were known to everyone else in the group. She wouldn't say it to his face, but before Eve decided to reveal her inhuman traits, she was most wary of Galahad for obvious reasons. So admittedly, him treating her as no different than the other new arrivals was more than proof of his honorable reputation. Though she bore the traits of his nemeses, he wouldn't judge her for it. A natural leader through and through. 

And then, the swordsman whose injuries spurred the black magus to join the fray took the limelight. [color=d3d3d3][b]"...un."[/b][/color] She replied with a small yet sincere nod as Arton expressed his gratitude for protecting Galahad. She wished she could've done more, such as preventing those scum from injuring the tall swordsman in the first place, but what's done is done. [color=d3d3d3][i]Captain...[/i][/color] Ah, it must be the Valheimr clad in that distinctive armor no one else wore, the one who escaped judgment by teleporting away. Rest assured, her time would come sooner or later. Then, while Arton left to get more firewood, Eve ‘topped up’ the campfire with a simple fire spell, intensifying the flames with magical fuel - ether - while the swordsman fetched its mundane counterpart.

Speaking of Ether, it seemed the Demoness of Osprey didn't realize that Eve didn't [i]need[/i] food, or to be more specific, food alone would achieve nothing practical for her. In a similar vein to true eidolons, the pseudolon depended on ether instead to continue functioning, and having only cast two spells worth mentioning, she wasn't yet starved for the arcane substance. For barely a second, Eve's lips opened in protest, [color=d3d3d3][b]"..."[/b][/color] yet any arguments she had prepared became stillborn in the face of Izayoi's insistence. Sometimes, even good intentions could be misplaced-... nevermind, it wasn't worth jeopardizing the budding camaraderie, she could inform Izayoi about the peculiarities of her existence at a more appropriate time. 

A barely-audible sigh left her throat as Eve rather reluctantly grabbed a portion of rations, well, if she [i]must[/i] waste this one, she might as well make the best use of it. So fixated was Eve on mentally convincing herself that Miina's stare at her tail went completely unnoticed, let alone her desire to touch it, alas... the world is cruel and unfair indeed.