Sleeping Dragon Quartz

When her Heda speaks, Portia begins to respond immediately, her voice a muffled mess of plants. She clears her throat as if to ask for a moment and spits the herbs onto the ground, clicking her tongue as the bitter taste of at least of the plants lingers. 

"I'd love some help, ma'am, if you're sure you have the time," she says, nosing the larger of the two plants towards the Heda. The second and third have a thinner stem, and although she trusts the woman fully she feels more comfortable carrying the other ones herself. She pauses, smiling a bit, "Reseda odorata-- Mignonette. A laxative, don't bite down on it too hard." It could rest safely in her jaws without being too big of a hassle, but it never hurt to warn anyone.