Aurum had never really been too interested in the medical field, beyond the connection that it held to Moth. He had occasionally listened to her when she saw fit to talk about whatever injuries she had recently been dealing with, or what herbs she was having trouble finding, but beyond that? He really only knew the basics, and even those he had only learned from Alaric, for the sake of helping others in a really dire emergency, when no medics could be found. Despite his lack of interest, the lion still found himself padding over at Delilah's call, mostly just to listen in. Perhaps he could learn more than just the bare minimum with her teachings, which would be useful regardless of his lack of interest in becoming a medic. Sitting down, he wrapped his tail around his paws and offered Delilah a smile, rumbling, "Medicine isn't really my thing, but I think I'll still participate. Can't ever hurt to have some important knowledge, right?" Really, this was no different from when he read books about fields that he would never in a million years get to work in.

The presence of Viera joining them was honestly only a further comfort to Aurum, who found himself perfectly at ease with the pair of two of his favorite people in the world at the moment. Well... nearly perfectly at ease. It was hard to forget the former incident with Delilah, and the thought of her doing medical training only further hammered that home. Would she forget what she was saying in the middle of saying it? Would one of them be forced to use medical knowledge on the medic? He could only hope not, and he shoved those frantic thoughts from his mind, deciding to focus on the task at hand. Flicking his tail lightly against V's spine in greeting, the lion slowly followed behind Delilah, his blue gaze watching with interest as she began to explain about the herb feverfew. A soft chuckle left him as they were both nudged forward by the dragoness, and he found himself nodding along, rumbling softly, "I see it. You're definitely right about the smell..." He knew herbs to have rather distinctive smells, hence why they clung to the pelts of the medics so well, but being up so close made it especially obvious.

He then nodded further along with what she had to say, frowning a bit at the mental image of being lost and alone, out in the rain. He doubted it was something that would happen to him nowadays, but anything was a possibility, and soon enough he found himself bending down to grab some of the herb carefully with his jaws. He was a bit more clumsy about it, considering his powerful crushing fangs and large muzzle, but before long he had enough to feel satisfied. When he straightened back up, he noticed the flash of uncertainty that crossed Delilah's face. Frowning a bit at the sawbone, he questioned softly around his mouthful of feverfew, "You doing alright, Del? I'm sure we could do this another day, if you need rest..." He had strong doubts she would accept the offer, but he felt that he needed to.

It seemed as though, once again, Delilah was unwilling to admit that she had some kind of problem. That fact made Aurum's stomach churn, although he shoved his worries from his mind for the moment. Much as he wanted Delilah to acknowledge that she was having problems, he knew that lingering on the issue would only make her annoyed, or possibly worse. Right now, it seemed as though the right thing to do was just follow her lead, nodding along with Viera when she introduced herself. It was a bit of a surprise, hearing her introduce herself with her full name when, for such a long time, he had been the only one worthy of that information, but he didn't feel bitter. He felt... happy, actually, knowing that V felt more comfortable sharing herself with other members of Tanglewood, particularly considering Delilah was one of his closest friends. Taking a deep breath, the shaderunner mumbled, "As long as you're sure you're alright... lead the way, Del."

When Del's order to grab the mortar and pestle reached him, the angel stretched out one of his long legs, pulling one of the sets of tools over to himself. It was a bit awkward, wrapping his long tail around the base of mortar, but it worked well enough in a pinch. Lifting up his paws, he grabbed the handle of the pestle, crushing the smooth stone tool against the feverfew below. He kept his eyes on Viera, watching his adoptive mother curiously as he ground the herb into a paste. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be alright, and if she had the strength to grind the herb down properly. He wasn't entirely sure, but he wasn't too worried about it – after all, she was strong in ways that had surprised the young angel before. Once he was done grinding up the feverfew, the lion fell back on his haunches, a soft hum of satisfaction leaving him as he sniffed at his concoction, resisting the urge to recoil at the strong scent the feverfew presented. Turning his head curiously to look over at Delilah, Aurum questioned as he pulled his paws back from.the mortar, "Is there anything else we can mix in to the feverfew? To make it more effective?" Alaric had taught him about a few poultices that were particularly good for treating wounds, so he couldn't help but think that maybe there would be good mixtures for fevers.