Sleeping Dragon Calcite

"You," Portia quipped, setting down the herbs and letting out a huff as she moved to catch her breath. "Do you mind?" she asked, though she really didn't care for an answer, and sat her pale rump down to take a quick breather. Running around was hard work as it is, it was an even bigger pain to track down each and every member of the pack... but it was her job, so she tried not to complain. 

"You'd think I'd have some sort of endurance built up by now," she muttered after a few moments, tipping her head back and sucking in a deep breath before continuing. "I'm Portia, Drageda's Skayona... I deal with herbs and such. How's your throat feel, hun?" she asked, eyes studying the woman as she waited for a response.