Sleeping Dragon Garnet

Portia froze when she heard the crack, dropping her moss and whipping around to face him. "Spit it out," she commanded, and when he opened his mouth she stared in and let out a heavy sigh. "Christ on a cracker, hun, what did you do?" she muttered, though the question was rhetorical. She stared for a few moments more and processed her options, eventually sighing again and picking up the moss again. "I'm going to treat these burns and then I'll handle your mouth pain, alright?" she told him. "It's not bad, you'll be fine," she added.