Rhinestone had been going through an adjustment period as well, ever since his return. While he was obviously glad to be alive again, and glad to be rid of the sickness that had slowly been killing him, this new body did have a few issues of its own. Namely, the eyes. The pitch black eyes were that way, evidently, because of an injury that had caused them to fill up with blood. While he could still see, things were very blurry, and the entire world was often doused in a thick sheen of overwhelming red. So much so that it had been causing him headaches ever since his return, although he was mostly able to power through them. Nevertheless, it would take him a while before he was used to how smeared and messy the world now looked from his point of view. In fact, when he had initially approached the beach that day, he hadn't even realized that it was Medusa that was training. Instead, he had just seen the vague rusty shape of a body, lunging at something else. He assumed it wasn't someone else who was living, considering they didn't seem to react at all.

As the leader grew closer, however, he came to the realization that who he was seeing was Medusa. Her scent was thick on the air, and the snarls that left her certainly had the edge of her voice. That alone surprised the serval, considering he had grown so used to the senior warrior avoiding the ocean at all costs. With a bit of an enthusiastic grin playing on his blue muzzle, Rhinestone spoke up cheerfully, "Medusa! I wasn't expecting to see you out here. Especially not training so close to... you know." He jerked his head in the direction of the ocean behind her, the longer fur on the back of his neck shaking with the movement. Vaguely, he wondered how hunting would be in this new form. Would the new condition of his eyes make it difficult for him to hunt aquatic prey? He hoped not, considering he had taken a great deal of pride in his abilities to do so. In the back of his mind, the male also found himself wondering about the why of Medusa's training, but that wasn't a complete mystery. After all, they still had another raid to prepare for – one that he would hopefully be ready for as well.

It was a pretty big relief to hear that Medusa was no longer as terrified as the ocean anymore, especially considering Palm Glades's relationship to it. The waves were undeniably their life force, and having a senior warrior that was petrified of even getting near them? It had been worrying at best and a huge threat at worst. Thankfully, it seemed as though dying and coming back had provided the hybrid with a new perspective – something Rhinestone definitely understood. With an appreciative hum leaving his throat, the black eyed serval nodded a bit before speaking, "That's good to hear. It was honestly a bit lonely, not having you visit around camp as much as you used to. Although I suppose we've traded off, since I've been having a few more issues with the ocean lately. Bit difficult to swim properly when I'm still dealing with my eyes being like this." He gestured vaguely with one paw at his eyes, still able to feel a faint feeling of pressure in his skull. It really would take him a while before he was entirely comfortable in this form – not that he had any choice.