Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

pain was not something that portia was accustomed to. she was dainty and delicate and made to be admired from a far. she was not a front-line warrior, or even a back-line warrior. she was made to gather plants and look pretty-- something that rarely encountered any sort of danger. except for now, apparently.

so when teeth clamped against her foreleg she was suddenly still. and as the bone cracked-- the noise alone enough to make her want to hurl-- portia couldn't think of a time she'd ever felt like this. even childbirth was different, but she couldn't explain it. her leg burned, stomach churned, and though she'd stilled suddenly to handle the shock, portia was suddenly angry, because she remembered dalia. her flailing returned, the male had perhaps been off guard or maybe she was just purely lucky-- though not entirely given the situation. her hind leg slammed against his underside and knocking him away. it was dumb luck, and portia let out a sob in her shock. she'd seen the look in his eyes, she knew what he wanted, but portia was a married woman-- she wouldn't be able to go home, not if he'd defiled her like that.

but her escape was... not smooth, not even an escape. she couldn't get to her feet, her one leg had snapped and was holding no weight-- duh portia, you're a medic, you know how broken bones work... more importantly, how they don't work. she stumbled, face piling into the snowy earth as she tried to raise herself with her one limb. dalia was the only thought going through her mind. her eyes scanned, finding the girl tooth to tooth with the beast, and she tried to lunge at him, but the other one, drogon, he was too close, and his force met her hind, knocking her forward.

trying not to interrupt anything if it's not wanted! feel free to interpret portia being through to the side or directly into ithrik? either is fine. (: