Speed was still Eros' dearest friend. He wasn't feeling the strain he was putting his body through, the impact of forgoing rest and constant tension, wouldn't have even stopped for water if it weren't for his more level-headed companions. When Nori broke into a sprint, so did he, unconscious of the way his muscles ached for relief. Altogether, they were about the most rag-tag rescue party ever collected. But they were finally here, and while he could smell the misery of Leo's injuries, the stench of death was blessedly absent.

That didn't mean all was well, though. When his eyes at last fell upon that oh so familiar face, there was nothing but an immense concern to be found throughout his own features. It was a considerably softer expression than anything he'd shown in so long, in a way that made him look younger, smaller. He almost forgot to take Aquene's lead.

He put his own bundle down, cursed internally again that they hadn't had a turtle shell to bring. At least a water source was blessedly close, though wouldn't it be much more efficient to simply use her tongue and have him preparing other things rather than making trips? He was still too panicked to dissent, just forced himself to take his eyes off Leo to drop his own bundle and pull away the moss from what they'd brought. It hurt, turning his back and walking away, but he moved with great haste. If things turned while he wasn't there...

Nori was right there on his way out. Right, there was both her and Achille to help with tasks like this. He put the moss down at her paws, and explained quickly.

"Can you take these to water and bring them back soaked? We'll probably need it done multiple times. Thank you."

He didn't really expect her to say no, especially with the second Backwater member having been told to guard the area, and so Eros would swiftly twist round and return to the reason they were all here. He would start to work on whatever was helpful and kept him nearby, not wanting to be pulled away until Leo was completely out of the metaphorical woods.

He had been attentive to a reaction at his presence, for a sign that he was not wanted because of... everything since Seph. Leo didn't even look his way, though. Eros swallowed with difficulty and consciously avoided looking to the other man's face again. What mattered was that he hadn't been dismissed, and he could help ensure that Leo survived this.

Those wounds were difficult to look at too, though. His voice had sounded so fragile, he had to be in so much pain, his energy so thoroughly depleted, and being alone, vulnerable... Eros blinked. Nothing had happened since she'd slipped him a seed. He looked at Aquene but she was... waiting? Ever a deeply-feeling individual, he could not conceal the fresh sheen of horror passing through his widened eyes. Was this seriously just another instance of him being 'dramatic,' or was he the only one with any urgency here?

If it weren't for all the friction between, if it had been a packmate of his own or family, Eros would have began working at the wounds himself. He bit his tongue and began working on a poultice with that was to be used to cover the wounds once they were cleaned, and which would both heal and protect. Nori returned as he was finishing.

As inoffensively as he could manage, Eros slid a chunk of moss into reach of Leo's jaws. It was better than nothing for thirst. The remainder he pressed lightly against particularly stubborn-looking clots of dried matter, eyes lingering briefly at the wound that followed the line between stomach and flank. It rung a bell, but the sound was so faint against everything else that it didn't presently register.

Aquene began to speak of the injury in their patient's limb, and left briefly to return with broken branches. Bind them? He... had no idea how to manage that. If this weren't an emergency, he would have gotten openly frustrated by now. Was this something Clover didn't know, or a lesson he missed? He couldn't help with it regardless, and so continued with what he did know. At this point, he felt that Leo's most immediate threats were infection, shock and possibly dehydration. He nosed just a few more specially-chosen pieces of flora toward where he'd left the moss, meant to help calm and bring down any fever, before following Aquene's lead with her mixture.