Sleeping Dragon minging its own nature with it

Gavriel follows along with Portia while she searches and he realizes she never explained what they looked like so he doesn’t exactly offer much help. He isn’t really able to tell what one plant is to the next, even if they looked different. The names of them are no where in his memory so he remains silent, instead keeping an eye out for any danger that might come there way. It’s a much better use of his time anyway, letting the expert do what she’s good at doing and in the meantime he keeps a little distance.

She has a eureka moment and he jerks his head to attention, swiftly trotting back to her side to look at the bush. He frowns when she explains what they have to do and he tilts his head at the plant anyway.

“Can’t we just dig this one up and take it back?” he asks, sniffing at the bush a little. Perhaps if they dug around it enough to loosen it from the ground, they might be able to pull it, but what does he know?