Sleeping Dragon Garnet

Portia let out a heavy huff as she finished, eyeing the warrior with suspicion. "Feel better?" she asked him, her tail swishing. She picked up her herbs in a bundle gently with her teeth, tail flicking once to the side as she studied the man. She'd have to alert Thuringwethil of his wounds, since they would pretty major, but otherwise she figured he would be just fine. Some of his fur might grow back a bit patchy and rough, but she didn't think that Goliath cared much for his image.