There were a few things Lucero knew, and it was those things he acted on. He knew that Greer was here, somewhere, and he knew that Viserys was here. He knew that Neirin and Ifrit were dead and Everlyse was in morning. He could do nothing for the latter, but the first two had his one good chocolate and teal accented eye searching around for them. The Son of Asteraia catches a glimpse of brown and grey moving away at a slow pace toward one of the dens, and then creme and grey making a beeline for them. Unwilling to show up empty handed, though, he dashes from the scene in frantic search of a particular flower he knows with seeds to help with pain. While he had yet to really start his training to one day lead Asteraia, he had begun to learn on his own and one of his few first lessons had been on poppy seeds. It was also thanks to Rhae that he had some direction, else he would have had not a clue where to start.

Coming back on the scene, he makes a direct apporach toward the den they had all gone into, and, because he was indeed a small and slender son of Iblis, he had no qualms slipping just inside the den. First his eyes find Greer, and though it seems a part of him melts inside, he holds fast to his position. For his younger brother is just there, looking worried and unsure and as he sets the flowers down he catches his last words. Chocolate brown find the teal gaze of his brothers that match the strings in his irises, and though he may not know him there is warmth and kindness there. "I happen to have some poppies here you can use." And at that, he's leaning down to nudge them toward his brother, who undoubtedly knows how to use them better than he. He may not be a great healer one day like Visery's will be, but he will have to know the basics and perhaps a bit more to feel fit for leading anyone. This was a learning experience if anything, and though his good eye occasionally strayed to Greer, most of his attention was on his brother.

But also was he curious of the dark male who they all seemed to be tending- he was one of the brothers, the chocolate one with the name of Seamus Lucero recalls. And after watching him for but a few minutes, his youthful voice fills the den around them, kept soft and steady as it it belonged. Which, on Asteraia soil, it really did. "How are you feeling, Seamus? I am Lucero." It was lame, he knew, but it was all he could think of to say. And out of habit was it that he offered his name, for while they had never truly met he might know the other where the other might not know him. He was also uncertain to if Visery's even know him, for, again, they had not truly met either. And now was as good a time as any, as his good eye once again glanced down to his pale brother and where he might be working; all the while hyper aware of the slender grey female at the edge of it all.