The silence - even if it was coupled with grim sights - and the gentle splashing of water was what Aure needed to somewhat compose himself more. Eythan's presence next to him was reassuring, even as rag-like knots of flesh fell away and revealed fresh, angrily pulsing wounds on the eel's side. Somehow, knowing that he could help was enough to steady his ragged breathing and loosen the iron grip around his throat.

"You good?" Eythan had asked him in his blunt manner (and with a flick of his gaze) after some time. Aure nodded quietly, bright eyes meeting the gryphon's just as he tossed his head more deliberately towards the approaching Gembound. Oh. Aure swallowed dryly, uselessly, flicking his ears and blinking slowly. One wing-claw raised to wipe at his eyes, still a little watery and glassy. Slowly, but surely, he was getting his act together.

His mother spoke to him first, offering what little she'd gleaned from - whatever it was that she had done. "Yeugh -" the young King coughed, clearing his throat, "you mean Opal? I - don't know anything about 'she' with what... I saw in Pisces." Bright eyes glanced down at the eel-creature, only a faint tingling of bile at the back of his throat. "I don't think it was Astraea, either," he mused quietly, head tilting towards Desert, "why would he force a Gembound to attack Rezik, rather than doing it himself?" Aure stepped out of the bloody and purulent water, wondering worriedly, "the fungus is definitely important but - is it natural? Or is someone controlling it?"

No, no - Aure shook his head - one crisis at a time. His head dropped slightly with his quiet admission, aimed towards Giggle, "it was my magic. I - I've not used it much before and I shouldn't have, and I didn't think it would do so much -" What was done was done, and they could only deal with the now, and avoid the future incidents, "Eythan and I have him cooled off, but - but, um..."

The wyvern was clearly at a loss, here. He didn't know much about medicine or healing. Perhaps the basics, but little more. But, seeing most of Opal's flesh gone and still bubbling, Aure had to wonder aloud in the vague direction of a certain Champion, "why hasn't he gone into his chrysalis, yet? Is it - something to do with age?"

Aure hummed softly, ears flickering back. "I don't know about any foxes but - maybe," the young King gazed down at Opal and gulped yet again. It would, fortunately, be his last. He'd somehow managed to get his stomach settled down, simply by the act of not thinking too hard about the radioactive eel at his feet. His thoughts were elsewhere, such as considering how best to clean the vomit off of his own feet.

The wyvern shuffled his wings as Desert went off to find a literal Doctor, and gazed at his mother. "Eythan and I will stay with him, mother. Do whatever you need to," Aure called, a hesitant hardness at the edge of his last sentence, sort of implied permission for Giggle to do whatever she needed to, because the King was clearly inept in some ways. She could do what was necessary while he tried to steer himself back on track.

And he settled down at Opal's side, waiting for the good doctor.