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

Portia prodded a bit-- softly-- noting Wildfire's reaction. It was certainly warmer than it should've been, confirming the Bandrona's concerns. She then turned back to the leaves she'd grabbed, referencing to them as she spoke. "These are oak leaves-- they'll help with your infection and will help to keep it closed... or at least fight to stop the bleeding should you scratch it open again," she told her, teasing lightly. She moved to begin to make it into a paste to apply to the wound, ears perking as she began to speak again. 

Her tail paused it's movement as she listened, but her paws continued to work, eyes focusing down rather than on the yearling. "Uhm," she began, disappointed she had to think about the topic again, "The wound shouldn't be at risk of coming open in a week or so, I would think. That being said, you'll be fine so long as you're... careful." Her ears fell to half-mast as she worked, the image setting in for a moment before she looked back at Wildfire with a small smile. "Any hormones setting in yet?" she asked.