Rhinestone had never really considered having a cloak of his own, if he was being honest. He knew that one would be useful, even with his newly thickened pelt from his shift into his current serval body. However, he didn't really have the time to make a cloak for himself, what with his leader duties and his more general work as well. Thankfully, it seemed as though Vaas was ready to come to the rescue, as the tiger usually seemed to do for him. It was honestly pretty touching to see how far they had come, if the legate stopped to think about it for a moment. One day, he and Vaas had just been a couple of allies, with a fair bit of tension between them as Rhine's group had absorbed Vaas's group into them. Hell, their first proper encounter after that had been the celebration, and the large feline hadn't exactly been very friendly during that. However, things had changed drastically since then. Vaas really seemed as though he cared about them all, and that was something that would always bring a smile to Rhine's face. And cause his heart to speed up a bit, although he was loathe to admit that to anyone.

The legate had ended up hearing about the cloaks a bit later then some others, having been out when the first murmurs of them had begun to rise around the boardwalk and camp. Despite this, as soon as he had heard what Vaas was doing, he had made a beeline over to the place, eager to see the fruits of the tiger's labor. Jaime was already there and asking to see one of the cloaks, which emboldened Rhine to ask about one of his own. Taking a deep breath inwards, the smaller of the two felines made his way over to Vaas, smiling as he greeted, "Hey, Vaas. These new cloaks have certainly become the talk of the town... would it be possible for me to get one?" He didn't even consider the possibility that Vaas had possibly made one specially for him, considering that, while he had gained quite a bit of confidence recently, he still didn't think of himself as anything special.

She had started growing used to the cold, either by bitterness alone or just thick feathers. But she also grew used to walking from place to place. Stay in one place to long and she began to think, and sometimes those thoughts never really went into a good path. She often found herself on the boardwalk. And it was a soft dawn where she again found herself there.

Eyes settling upon everyone, she felt a weight between her shoulders, and she shook her feathers absently. "Cloaks? Cool." She tried to sound a bit more interested, but she was just unable to force it, so she gave up and let her voice be hollow.

"Speech"

In a way, it was nice. To see Vaas so unguarded, and able to emote and show his true colors... it was a rare occasion when it came to the tiger. However, the circumstances that had led to it did leave something to be desired. Rhinestone preferred that Vaas was unguarded and happy on his own, rather than helped along by a heavy dosage of drowsiness. In the back of his mind, the serval knew that he didn't actually have that much influence over the medicis legionis, but perhaps he would try later to get the other to rest properly. He knew that a lot of weight laid over Vaas's shoulders, similarly to the cloaks that he was currently giving out to others. He deserved a chance to close his eyes and relax for a while, even if that relaxation had to be forced a bit. Rhinestone would just have to be creative in approaching the subject, which wasn't something he was too worried about. He liked to think that he was getting fairly good at interpreting Vaas and the way that he generally was.

Despite the circumstances behind the medic's openness, the legate couldn't help wearing a matching smile when Vaas looked at him with such pride, and joy. It made his heart beat a bit faster in his chest, and he was grateful for the dark blue spots that layered over his face, hiding away the heat he felt rush into his cheeks. He was unable to keep his voice from becoming a slightly delighted purr as he responded, short tail flicking, "I certainly don't mind... I'm flattered that you thought of me." His voice was slightly clipped and polite, although that wasn't intentional. He just felt awkward about being too outright affectionate towards Vaas when he was around others – a matter of keeping things private, and all. Despite this, when the larger male returned with the cloak that he had in mind, Rhinestone couldn't help the broad smile that spread over his face. Just the smell of the herbs that lingered all over the cloak was enough to make him dizzy, immediately reminded of the cacophony of scents constantly hovering around Vaas. Reaching out, Rhine carefully held the cloak in his claws, pulling the heavy bundle of fur and paint over his shoulders, and letting it settle. It was incredibly warm and comforting, almost like a security blanket over his shoulders. He couldn't help the affection in his voice as he spoke up next, "It's wonderful, Vaas. Very warm, and colorful..." His voice drifted off briefly, still caught up in the fact that it had specifically been made for him.

The leader was finally broken from his lovesick thoughts by the approach of Onyxkit, dark black eyes moving from the cloak around his shoulders to the unsure look on his daughter's face. He chuckled when he saw her reaction to the pile, and the soft hiss that passed forth from her small form. He reached out to lightly pat her on the head, reassuring as he spoke, "Don't worry, Onyx. They're not alive, and they don't bite, I promise. They're for keeping yourself warm. Like this, see?" He gestured to the cloak draped over his own shoulders, gaze then traveling back to the pile, "I'm sure that you can take one for yourself, if you want. It'll help with your temperature issues." He was sure that Onyxkit would be much more comfortable in Palm Glades territory once the winter was over, but until then, a cloak would certainly help.