If someone had honestly asked Rhinestone whether he noticed Sorbet's odd behavior, the legate would've been forced to say no. Mainly because he hadn't been paying much attention to Sorbet, as of late. He trusted the gladiator to be able to handle himself, and even though the Glades was faring far better than some groups after the whole Coalition thing, there was still business to attend to. So, the serval had just been... busy, really. His attention was on other things, and he didn't notice that Sorbet seemed a little bit off. This was, until it was forcibly brought to his attention by a couple of passersby. Rhine hadn't even been near the boardwalk, instead heading back towards camp with a few bits of prey clamped in his jaws. However, as he moved to put his "prizes" down in prey storage, he heard a couple of people nearby whispering, their voices sharp as they talked about Sorbet acting all weird. That didn't sound like Sorbet, but considering his recent death and return... he had reason to be a bit off.

Concerned, Rhinestonestar had turned away from the prey pile, heaving himself up and out of camp, and towards the boardwalk. It only took a few minutes of walking over the towering wooden structure for him to spot Sorbet, and he was immediately able to figure out what the other's were talking about. As the canine sat on the beach nearby, his gaze seemed distant and intensely focused all at the same time, and it made Rhine feel undeniably unsettled. He wondered if Sorbet even realized what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, the legate then slipped off of the boardwalk, walking over the warm sand until he reached where the other was. He questioned softly, trying not to sound accusatory towards Sorbet or upset him, "Hello, Sorbet... are you feeling alright? You seem a little... different, today." That was one way to put it, he supposed.