Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

Portia giggled softly as the goufa hesitantly ate the herb, quickly scooping up a stone-bowl of the tart berries from a hollowed out hole in the wall and placing them before the child. "Eat as many as you want," she offered, tail tapping the ground. It had always been her favorite thing to watch children take medicine-- especially for the first time. And ginger had such an awful taste. It was simply amusing, and it obviously did no harm. 

"You know, some medics put sweeter herbs overtop bitter medicine so it tastes better... but they only do that for babies, and I knew you were old enough to handle a lil' bit of ginger, hm?" she added, feeling that it was solid logic. Truthfully she was just almost out of said sweeter herbs-- and though she loved Freyja, a little bitterness wouldn't kill her.