Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

When freyja was invited to eat as many as she wanted, she lunged for them quickly and gobbled them up. Just as Portia had promised, they quickly quelled the sensation. She took some time to herself, blinking rapidly, as she allowed the berries to work their magic. They did their part in due time and soon, as Freyja felt recovered from it all, she gave herself a stern shake and then turned to the medic.

“Yes,” she replied, somewhat shaken from the ginger. She was sure that this was not baby stuff when even she could barely handle it. Even with the terrible taste of ginger forever embedded in her mind, she was quite impressed that Portia always seemed to have the right answer for everything. “Have you always been a medic?” she wondered aloud, her gaze growing inquisitive.