Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

When the other two spoke, he listened, nodding when it was appropriate. She was a good sister with her ability to help him, and he hoped to someday be able to return the favour—probably by bringing her some dandelions or something, since there wasn't much else that he could do just yet. It was there his mind had stayed until Portia had started to speak to him; which, at that point, his eyes had snapped up to meet hers. Told of how it was a flower, he'd stretched out his neck so that he could sniff the plant, but this time he hadn't sneezed. It was a different sort of smell that he'd been met with, his face showing surprise and interest after having realized such.

Nudged by his sister, he'd nodded, deciding that the lavender looked a lot better than the dandelions—plus, he hadn't sneezed when he'd sniffed it, which made it even better! Thereafter, he'd been left to think for a moment. He'd stared at the flower the entire time, looking away just as he'd asked, "Wa' do?"