Dio had mentioned the whole ordeal a little while ago, so despite the initial shock it'd had time to settle in the Skayona's mind. She'd almost told him no, but realized how ridiculous that would've been-- she didn't even want children, who cared if he very platonically fathered Wildfire's? Though the thought of him with another woman really ruffled her fur, ironically.

She'd put it to the side for now, she was about the same age as Wildfire and knew that it would probably happen sooner or later, but she could deal with it when the time came-- inwardly, she wondered if she herself would have to cross that river. But instead of pondering it, today she sat outside her den (as usual) and counted seeds, worrying instead of Chessur would replace her-- and if Thuringwethil no longer trusted her. Mid-thought, her ears perked and she looked up to see the red form of Wildfire, head tipping. 

"Hey, hun," she said, forcing a peppier tone and wagging her tail, "How are you feeling?"

Wildfire seemed hesitant, but she made herself comfortable when Portia greeted her. The freckled woman gave her a bright smile and shook her head, offering a quick explaination. "Oh, no, you're fine... it's just a precaution," she said, then gave a sidelong glance like she was telling a secret, "This is the fourth time I've counted these today... it's so relaxing." 

Her attention then turned to her leg, and she shifted into a sitting position. "Didn't I say not to?" She teased lightly, giving her a raised eyebrow and a sweet smile as she bent to examine the leg. "It doesn't look too bad-- is it hurting?" She asked, attention moving towards the trapper. 

"Eck," Portia muttered, staring back down at the leg, "It's certainty not a good sign... but I'm glad you came to me, I'll fix it before it gets worse." She gave the woman a smile and stood, trailing into her den and motioning for Wildfire to come in and sit as she began to shift through her herbs. "Where exactly is the pressure?" She asked, glancing back at the woman as she worked.

"Usually," Portia said as she sorted through herbs, "wounds tend to ooze, it's natural and it's part of the healing process-- but warmth is usually a sign of infection. It's good that you don't have a fever though, that's usually a sign the infection has progressed pretty far, this seems very mild." She turned to the woman with a few herbs in her jaws and a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine," she said, placing the herbs on the ground and stepping towards Wildfire. "May I?" she asked, referring to her wound, "Just to double-check."

Portia prodded a bit-- softly-- noting Wildfire's reaction. It was certainly warmer than it should've been, confirming the Bandrona's concerns. She then turned back to the leaves she'd grabbed, referencing to them as she spoke. "These are oak leaves-- they'll help with your infection and will help to keep it closed... or at least fight to stop the bleeding should you scratch it open again," she told her, teasing lightly. She moved to begin to make it into a paste to apply to the wound, ears perking as she began to speak again. 

Her tail paused it's movement as she listened, but her paws continued to work, eyes focusing down rather than on the yearling. "Uhm," she began, disappointed she had to think about the topic again, "The wound shouldn't be at risk of coming open in a week or so, I would think. That being said, you'll be fine so long as you're... careful." Her ears fell to half-mast as she worked, the image setting in for a moment before she looked back at Wildfire with a small smile. "Any hormones setting in yet?" she asked.

Wildfire ate, and Portia continued to mush the rest into a paste to put on the wound itself, smiling at the face the other made-- it was always the best part. Wildfire's next comment drew a breath from Portia, and she shrugged a bit. "Yeah that sounds about right-- just... go easy..." Though Portia was usually way open and usually lacked the ability to feel awkward, the conversation tugged at a few sensitive topics. 

"Oh, don't you worry about me," she then said quickly, paws moving a bit more hastily as they worked, "They're just children-- and I don't even want any." She stared down for a second, squinting. "So, you-- you might as well, I guess."

She shook her head. "No, no," she said quickly, "I understand, completely." Wildfire seemed to imply that she was being incredibly generous, though the comment was a bit confusing. "I'm not really offering you anything, hun," she then said, shrugging, "It isn't my call, I appreciate you coming to me though." She and Dio really hadn't done any clarifying either. Mostly their relationship was just beginning-- so all of this seemed like a distant future-- then again that might've been the little pessimist in Portia speaking.

She wanted to mention that Wildfire was going into her first heat-- and being in the hierarchy she was sure to have another one in the coming years. It wasn't really a pressing matter... but she wasn't going to argue, Wildfire seemed set on this being her one and only opportunity. 

The Bandrona's next comment made her smile, and giggle a bit. "Not really. I've never been one for settling," she explained, then immediately wondered if Wildfire would question her about Dio-- or even her place in Drageda. "I've matured, a bit, but I'm still not sure children are for me," she added with a hesitant smile.

She nodded. "Dio said he wanted to be involved, so I'm sure I will be," she replied with a wave of her tail. She adored babysitting, puppies were always so much cuter when they were someone else's-- care for them for a moment, and when they start to act up just hand 'em back over. She loved teaching, as well, thinking fondly on Hvitserk and even Freyja, though the Skayona knew that Freyja was really Wildfire's apprentice. "And you know I'd talk anyone's ear off about plants and medicine, just send 'em my way," she purred, smiling playfully at the other.

The other comment earned a shrug from Portia, though she beamed visibly. "It's my job, hun, I fix up anyone who comes my way-- Lord knows I don't have use for all of these herbs all on my own," she said, a small giggle escaping her lips. 

"Eat a few, rub it on maybe once in the morning and then at night, just in case it rubs off during the day or in your sleep," she said, thinking for a moment prior to double-check. Portia then nodded, a wider smile spreading on her face. "You don't think I'd let you walk around with that nasty scar all your life, do you?" she teased playfully, pawing at the air in front of her in a friendly gesture. "I mixed some lavender into that salve-- it usually does it's job in time. You can come back once the wound has closed and I can give you some more," she added, tail waving. 

Portia smiled, tail wagging a bit faster as she stood with Wildfire. "I know, I know," she quipped playfully, returning to friendly nudge. "Bye! Be careful, hun!" she called out after her as the Bandrona waddled away. She was happy, glad that she and Wildfire were beginning to be much closer than just packmates-- but when the redhead was out of sight she sank to the ground and let out a huff, eyes scrunching as the situation began to fill her brain again. It wasn't that big of a deal, it wouldn't be anything that she should be jealous of, and she certainly couldn't pass judgement-- but still, the thought still bugged her ever so slightly.