Dragoncrest Cliffs the flame will protect

the display of dominance upon thuringwethil's face is clear, and portia pauses with a soft bow of her head before continuing to study the injury. she knows her place, and she knows the culture, but she was a healer and if they wanted anything to do with her here heda would let her do her job. "i don't blame you, hun," she said to eske, since her growl was merely to get her out of the way. she was upset, but mostly with the commander. she was old enough and smart enough to know to listen. broken ribs weren't just something you could stick a bandaid on and leave to heal-- they were a serious injury.

thuringwethil explained further, which forced portia to hold back a rather nasty comment. "congratulations, cheka," she said with a small smile. she looked back down at the commander. "but you shouldn't be fighting... it looks like you've agitated the breaks..." she trailed off, studying them. she let out a loud huff, her crown tilting back. one of the pups kicked rather rudely, and though it was usually such a wonderful thing to feel, this one was sharp. when she looked back down she focused back on thuringwethil, her tail flicking. "we'll need to wrap it again," she decides, still thinking, "and you'll need to rest more-- possibly longer, the breaks are probably worse than before." she decides not to tell her to let dio take over things like this, since that was probably an invasion of rank. she was ready to stick her nose in and tell the heda exactly what she wanted her to do, but she bites her tongue.