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"so horribly?" portia responded dryly, though her features were soft and showed she was only teasing. surely... sirio hadn't done that poorly, right? it was true, the boy could be dead, they hadn't done that poorly. but at this rate in drageda... was it better if he was? oof, that was too weighty a question-- portia kept it to herself, thankfully.

"mmm," the fisa hummed softly, tilting her freckled head gently, "let's go get some herbs for it then, you can lean on me if you need to." she sent him a fun little wink and shoulder raise that said 'haha you have to lean on me' ... but she figured he'd just limp since she was a pretty short crutch. getting him slowly to his feet and watching him carefully to make sure he didn't do anything stupid-- though it was dio they were talking about, not some crazy loon who acted on impulses, so she didn't worry much at all-- portia began forward, ears pricked. 

after a few moments, she turned to him with now splayed ears. "are you nervous, hun?" she asked softly, green gaze searching his.