Sleeping Dragon pulse

she really didn't know what she expected, or if she expected anything, but Dio's response sent Portia's brain scrambling for words. she traveled a lot, and over her two years of life had heard passerby's life-stories, and they were always as bland as they could come. not that her life had been too interesting, but it was far more eventful than your average joe. sleeping her way through the wilds didn't compare to an actual history though, and her green gaze broke away from the Wocha as she searched for a response. 

he'd moved closer to her, and she felt his body heat press closer to her own. that was all she could think to do at first, one of her forelegs crossing over his and her head bending to nuzzle beneath his chin. he seemed like he needed some sort of comfort, even if it was a small gesture, and she was good at that. 

a proper response still failed her-- did she ask him more? was this too sensitive a topic? she wanted to ask about his family but... well that seemed a bit insensitive in the moment. did she offer him verbal comfort and support? he was a grown man, after all, perhaps he didn't want to hear that sort of thing from his lady-friend. did she tell him her past? if he asked, maybe, but as a response it would sound so underwhelming, and like she felt her useless situation was far more important than his clearly worse one-- perhaps she was overthinking this.

"what brought you here?" she finally settled on, moving her head to see his handsome face again.