Sleeping Dragon Garnet

"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.