Sleeping Dragon Amber

Portia blinked, unsure if Thuringwethil was serious. "For your throat," she answers briefly, tail flicking anxiously. "And in case you're having trouble breathing I've got some coltsfoot," she added, eyes studying her Heda, "Even if it's not irritated, it'd make me feel better if you took it." She smiled a bit brighter, batting her eyelashes in a playful attempt to sway her leader to take it. She paused, sniffing the herbs briefly. "And some for Wildfire," she added.