Today was a day for sittin' and starin'. The Skayona was not usually one to lay around, choosing instead to search every inch of territory for herbs-- usually every day. Though the freckled woman was usually in a good mood, she was exceedingly cheerful today-- and even more tired than that. She'd spent too much time out, her poor little legs needed a bit of a break. She sat just outside the geyser field, watching and waiting for the water to shoot up. Portia was by no means impatient today, and felt no frustrations towards the geysers when they would do nothing but sit. 

The greatest part-- she felt-- was the mist that fell over her after a geyser went off. Her fur was littered with shiny droplets of water, glistening in the afternoon sun. It was a good day-- a good week even, and Portia had no complaints. 

The sight was rather pitiful, but the woman jumped to her feet almost immediately and stared. She didn't know this stranger, but she was aware of a Branwoda in the pack who lived around here-- she could only assume this was him. 

"Observing," she answered, tail flicking. "Did you burn yourself?" She then asked him, stepping towards him. "Are you alright?"

"Goliath," Portia murmurs, stepping towards him and sniffing curiously. "I am Portia. You burned yourself, Goliath, the geysers have very hot water that burns you if it touches you..." she trailed off, looking him up and down and flicking her tail. "You need to come with me-- I can fix the hurt," she told him, beckoning with her nose. He didn't seem the brightest of wolves she'd met before, but that didn't matter. She was a healer, she healed, and right now this burly hunk of man needed some healing. 

She stared at him until he'd come, she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Skayona," Portia corrected, leading him towards her den and cache. "But Fisa as well, yes," she added quickly, figuring it was best not to lead him down a misleading path. "Goliath is a Gona?" she asked, but her word choice was not mocking, merely to help him better understand her questions-- maybe speaking similarly to him would help. She smiled at him.

Her tail flicked as she walked, mentally mapping out all the different kinds of herbs she might need in order to help, her mind trailing through the normal procedures and treatments. She'd need water for sure, but a small creek ran just behind her den and she had collected plenty of moss the other day. Aloe would be ideal but the plant was not common anywhere, so she'd have to resort to Lavender-- luckily she just stocked up the other day. Her mind floated to Hvitserk, and she almost called for the boy, but she figured it was not the time to wait around for him or to pause Goliath's treatment to explain things. Not that she minded, but she knew that this was not the right teaching moment-- not in his first real lesson.

When they arrived to her den she ducked in, leaving Goliath to sit outside her den for the time being. When she reappeared she had a number of different objects in her jaws, and  immediately began to crushed purple flowers against a large stone with one of her beloved purple gems, working quickly and gracefully.

"How wonderful," Portia had murmured in response, smiling. She wasn't actually sure what the Cheka was-- but assumed it stemmed from the Gona rank, as Goliath seemed more warrior than he did pretty much anything else.

She paused briefly to stare at the man when he asked a question, studying his face before going back to her work. It took a few minutes but when she'd finally crushed her materials she nosed the rock towards him. "Amethyst," she replied, "A type of stone." Her tail swished as her attention turned back towards her work, carefully lifting the stone the crushed up lavender was on and gently tilting it onto a leaf. "You can have it, if you'd like, I have plenty," she added, not looking up from what she was doing. She took a balled up piece of moss in her jaws and squeezed carefully, letting a few drops of water fall onto the powder. With another amethyst held in her teeth, she mixed the two together, eventually creating a type of soupy paste. She grabbed the ball of moss first instead though, and looked at him, nosing for him to hold still. 

"This will sting a bit, hun," she informed him, and moved to press the wet moss to his skin, focusing on the areas that had lost fur first. 

Portia froze when she heard the crack, dropping her moss and whipping around to face him. "Spit it out," she commanded, and when he opened his mouth she stared in and let out a heavy sigh. "Christ on a cracker, hun, what did you do?" she muttered, though the question was rhetorical. She stared for a few moments more and processed her options, eventually sighing again and picking up the moss again. "I'm going to treat these burns and then I'll handle your mouth pain, alright?" she told him. "It's not bad, you'll be fine," she added.

Portia began to apply to salve to his wounds, which should have eased a lot of pain right away. It would've cooled and eventually helped heal, but she noticed that he wasn't focused on his back pain anymore. The skayona let out a loud growl, agitated now. "Goliath," she said, her sweet voice now rumbling in the back of her throat with as much force as she could muster. "Stop that, it's not food," she added. Maybe she shouldn't give it to him, maybe that was a bad idea.

"If you wait until we're done I'll get you a smaller one, it won't hurt you as much if you bite it," she eventually said, picking up her instruments and the almost-swallowed gem. "Okay?" she said, eyes narrowing.

Portia let out a heavy huff as she finished, eyeing the warrior with suspicion. "Feel better?" she asked him, her tail swishing. She picked up her herbs in a bundle gently with her teeth, tail flicking once to the side as she studied the man. She'd have to alert Thuringwethil of his wounds, since they would pretty major, but otherwise she figured he would be just fine. Some of his fur might grow back a bit patchy and rough, but she didn't think that Goliath cared much for his image.

Goliath huffed and began off, and Portia stood with her chest puffed out and eyebrows furrowed, calling after the man, "Don't you dare forget to come back here, Goliath! Those burns won't heal on their own!" Her tail swished behind her once, letting out a huff of her own. "You hear me?" she called again, but merely scooped up her herbs and stones and brought them back to her storage, not bothering waiting for a response.