Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

Portia's eyebrow raised quizzically when the child yelped, studying her before sniffing carefully at the shoulder. "You're fine," she pressed, smiling at Freyja calmly. "Probably just slept on it wrong, is all. I can give you something for the pain, but it'll go away on it's own, hun," she added, her tail swishing. She would probably give it to her anyway, since Freyja was still young and the thought of an injury certainly didn't sound appealing-- even such a minor one like this-- but she waited for a verbal confirmation nonetheless.