Dragoncrest Cliffs I am holy now the water's hit me

portia argued no more. rose had access to her entire cache of herbs and medicines and remedies and she had full faith the girl was capable enough to treat her broken limb. of course, no one was better than her, so she did wish that it was herself treating her leg but... circumstances allowed for none of that, and this was the next best thing. she stood slowly, leaning on dio for support and ushering dalia on her father's other side-- though she truthfully may not have needed it.  and then they made their way to the fisa's den.

should we wrap this up?