As she moved on to take care of Ace, the girl was trying to reject her examination at first, but gave in eventually due to Jasper's insisting.
"Maybe you should relax. You look drained- oh look, and you're necklace is drained. I don't think it's a coincidence. Take a break for a moment."
She was glad that the others showed care and concern over her just as much as she felt the natural obligation to baby them all because of the power she ended up with. Nodding, she was definitely planning on getting a good rest after all this was over, but she had a feeling they would be on that mountain for a lot longer. Fighting a pair of old hags maybe? Hopefully not. As the dragoons and their guides had said, "They can kill you with a snap of their fingers." That being told, she realized that it wouldn't be much of a fair fight if they just dropped dead the moment they initiated a confrontation.
"You could always eat the witches you know. Quick and easy kill. And a lunch! It'll save the nobodies having to deal with their creepy witch magic. Annnd, you guys won't turn evil again! See? Perfect plan!" Ace suggested.
Jasper almost laughed. It sounded like a pretty decent plan and it would for sure save them a whole lot of trouble.
She moved onto Lesley who held somewhat of a cross face towards her though she mostly tried to ignore it.
"Don't worry dear. I'm in tip-top shape!" he chimed.
His sudden change in aura made her jump a little and she let out a short, nervous laugh. Cringing and shrinking into herself as he began to snake an arm around her shoulders, she stood as still as statue as he began to rotate her body. At first she wasn't exactly sure on what they were looking at, but as he flicked a hand towards Inadi, who was currently sitting on a rock inspecting his spear, she looked at the boy, but was rather confused as to why Lesley had brought him to her attention.
"A handsome man isn't he?" Lesley suddenly said.
Jasper reddened a bit and tensed up as she examined Inadi from head toe. I guess you could say that she was checking him out. She never particularly noticed whether one person stood out in front of the other in terms of attraction since she never really established her 'ideal type' due to her recluse personality on earth. But she didn't think Inadi looked undesirable either.
'Wait, why is he asking me about this again?' she thought as her puzzlement grew.
The pink haired man seemed to peek down at her face for moment before returning his gaze to Inadi whilst continuing his questioning. "Fancy him at all? I mean, how couldn't you? He's so unknowing and to himself. Doesn't his mystery just reel you in?" The man then proceeded to lick what seemed like drool from his lips before gulping.
Jasper blinked rapidly and sweat drops began to bead out on her forehead along with her hands which were beginning to feel clammy. She felt his burning, inquiring eyes on her so she tried to look focused on staring at Inadi instead, too nervous to meet his speculating sight. Pulling slightly at the collar of her shirt, which was starting feel like it was choking her up, Jasper cleared her throat, "Ah-ahem." Her eyeballs were still examining Inadi and possible answers to his questions were racing through her head. Just thinking and trying to figure out how to respond correctly was getting her all riled up and paranoid. What if she responded weird and he started to think something that wasn't exactly true?
Meanwhile, Inadi seemed to have caught on that a couple of stares were being directed at him as he launched curious peeks at them from time to time. This only served to freak her out even more as the racing inside her head began to speed up, making her feel dizzy and light headed.
"Uh..uhhhh..uhmmm. W-wuh-well.." she couldn't even speak straight as she felt as if she was about to topple over like a domino. This kind of intense interrogation, especially about 'crush' related type things, mixed with her innate paranoia and indecisive behaviors made for the perfect concoction on giving Jasper a hardcore mental breakdown.
She never saw it coming. Next thing she knew, she was bent over throwing up on Lesley's out stretched hand out of feelings that somehow morphed into pure fear at a point in time of which she had no knowledge. To be honest, she couldn't even remember feeling nauseated first. She only knew that she had just involuntarily began puking on this poor man's hand. Stomach convulsing as it emptied and let out nothing but air, it seemed like Lesley had frozen into place out of shock because he didn't move his hand away until she had finished, his cupped hand dripping in unnamed, half digested food.