Rhinestone had disliked the raid as a whole, but that was natural. He had never truly approved of the whole thing, instead just seeing it as an obligation that their group as a whole would get through and move on from. Of course, the leader hadn't been expecting any major emotional reunions to go on at a raid, of all things. He had spotted Medusa at one point during all of the chaos, but he hadn't been able to watch her for long, and he certainly hadn't caught sight of Xhocoatl. Even if he had, he wouldn't have known anything about the other, or recognized him. Either way, it wasn't difficult to see that something was going on with Medusa, even before the flames started. Although, when the swirling flames did form, that was when Rhine knew that he needed to move. With panic filling his chest, the serval rushed over, staying back just enough so that he wouldn't be charred to a crisp as he shouted, "Medusa! Medusa, I need you to listen to me! You need to calm down, or you're going to seriously hurt somebody, or yourself!" He would've tried to combat her flames himself, but all he had on his side was air elementals, which would only serve to make the problem worse.

Despite the fact that the danger was effectively gone, Rhinestone only felt his worry grow as Medusa began to slump forward. His dark gaze was full of concern as he closed in, making sure that the last bits of flame were fully extinguished before he let his tail lightly rest against her side. He questioned her curiously, not knowing about the fateful encounter that had gone on during the raid, "Who is he, Medusa? Did you see someone that you knew during the raid? One of the Typhooners?" There were obviously a couple of Typhoon persons that he had recognized as well, like Rosemary and Lovekit, but aside from that, he had been largely in the dark. Was it possible that Medusa had encountered someone else in her time before arriving in The Palm Glades? Or maybe it was someone she had met through Rosemary.

Xhocoatl. It was certainly an interesting name, but one could say that about the legate's name, as well. Letting out a soft and concerned noise as Medusa fell forward, Rhine rose his paws to try and help keep her upright. As he did so, he muttered to try and reassure her, "Another snake hybrid...? And you knew him? If you saw him in the battle, was he alright? I'm sure that The Typhoon is taking good care of him. From what I know, they're not the kind to just abandon their own..." The serval wasn't sure that it was a great idea to try and interact with the Typhoon so soon after the raid, but if Medusa was really so desperate... he wouldn't try to stop her. After all, they weren't actually out to make an enemy of The Typhoon.