The arrival of someone new was always exciting, at least in Fragglerock's opinion. Although, this particular arrival didn't seem to be the good kind of exciting. He seemed rather fearful, something that set Frag on edge as well – not that he would let that show, especially not in front of Cleopatra. As he approached, the boy still found himself in his rather new lion cub form, his pawsteps somewhat clumsy. He had grown so used to hopping around at a moderate pace in his birth body. To go from that to a body with much longer and more flexible legs... it would take a bit of getting used to. He would've simply shifted back, but he still didn't have a firm handle on that whole thing, despite his best efforts. Just thinking about his birth body hadn't worked out so far, so it seemed that he would need to try something new pretty soon. Regardless, he could worry about that later. For now, his attention was on Sethiram, and the other's injuries, as well as his worries.

Shuffling his large paws against the ground beneath him, Fraggle muttered as he offered the other a smile, "Hello... if it makes you feel any better, I can't smell anybody else, either. So I really don't think that anybody is coming after you." He wasn't sure how much of a comfort that would actually be, but everyone else seemed to be saying their piece to try and help. With that out of the way, the boy then introduced himself, tail flicking and feathered legs still shifting awkwardly, "Besides that... my name is Fragglerock. It's nice to meet you, and I know you'll be in good hands here, however long you stay. Speaking of, do you need any help with treating him, Aesior?" He glanced up at his silent father figure with interest, his head tilted to one side. While he had tried to help Aesior out with medicine in the past, he figured he could be even more useful now that he could move faster, and pick more things up at once. He was still in a rather uncomfortable period of adjustment, yes, but at least he could actually reach things that were needed, now.