Sleeping Dragon You are the spade I used to dig this hole

Her brows lifted when Portia admitted that she found it relaxing to count and recount the seeds. Wildfire herself wasn't terribly good at counting. Her amber eyes lowered to the seeds again. She almost definitely couldn't count that high, period, and so she was mildly impressed with Portia. She had already known the Skayona was bright but she was even smarter than she'd realized.

Wildfire forgot all about counting, her ears splaying a little guiltily even though Portia chastised her in an entirely friendly way. "I know," she said guiltily, then admitted, "Kind of. It's more pressure than pain, though. That's why I picked at it. When the scab came off, it oozed pus. Do you think it might be getting infected?" she asked, worrying at her lower lip.