Portia huffed and puffed a little more than usual the past few days. She was fit as ever and still loved a good walk, but her lack of endurance mixed with all the smoke and ash... it didn't do her much help lately. She would much rather be snuggled up to Dio elsewhere, but as the pack's only-- was she really the only one?-- Skayona and medic, she knew it was her job to make sure everyone was alright. She'd been running around all damn day with a sack of herbs, herbs she'd spent all day the previous day collecting, and giving them to every wolf. She needed a break more than anything, but was too worried about letting her Heda down that she could hardly bother to take a few minutes rest.

Outside @Thuringwethil's den, the freckled woman gave a light bark, setting the herbs down and panting. "Ma'am?" she called, praying the woman was home, "I need you to come out and take this right now." She had a honeycomb and a pile of coltsfoot, wrapped up in those leaves, and she was prepared to shove all of it down her Heda's throat if she needed to. She'd taken a bit herself just this morning, but was saving as much of it as she could for the rest of the pack-- especially Thuringwethil, Wildfire, and the puppies. 

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.

Portia dips her head respectfully to Wildfire, her tail waving happily as the redhead came out. She nodded at what Thuringwethil said, then turned her green gaze back to her Heda. "It should," she said, ears cupping forward, "Honey will help with soreness or dryness, and the coltsfoot will help coughing." She bent down to nose out a smaller bundle, gently rolling it towards the two wolves. "There are a few of these in here, just take one a day until it runs outs and it should be gone soon," she explained, looking back up between the two. Her lips took to a smile, unable to contain her excitement for the couple. She had spoken to both wolves separately from the meeting, but had yet to see them together since then-- it warmed her heart.

"O-oh," Portia was a bit shocked to hear the offer, her ears pricking and falling a few times as the question fully processed. "Yes, actually, that would be wonderful... I'm a bit out of sorts this morning," she said gratefully, dipping her head. A small smile graced her lips, tail wagging behind her and eyes shining. "Thank you, hun," she added, glancing between the wolves, green gaze settling on Wildfire briefly, somewhat pleased she was growing so close to her packmates. 

At first, Wildfire brought out a partially-fresh piece of meat, and Portia's tail waved a bit with gratitude. Though she opened her mouth to thank them properly, Wildfire planted a kiss on Thuringwethil's cheek, which left the Heda almost flustered. Portia grinned brightly, a noise sounding like purr rumbling from her throat, her paws tapping against the ground in a light little dance. "Oh!" she squeaked happily, tail wagging furiously behind her, "I'll leave you to be, thanks again." She gave the pair a playful wink-- meaning only to fluster them-- and with a respectful dip of her head, she then picked up the rabbit and began off, a bit of a bigger hop to her step.