a tired throne - open; washed ashore/joining

[RHINESTONE.]

RHINESTONESTAR ❝ RHINE ❞ LEGATE
"TALKING" || "TELEPATHY"

Sorbet was certainly a new sight, as well as a worrying one. The kid wasn't the first injured stranger that the Glades had seen arrive on their shores, but he was certainly one of the worse ones. It was because of this that Rhine had a worried look on his face as he approached, the serval's tail lashing behind him. He only caught the I'm sorry from Sorbet before the other collapsed onto the ground, looking dangerously close to passing out entirely. Looking between Medusa and Quasar, the legate found himself questioning, "How long has it been since you found him...? He looks... in a bad way, to put it nicely." Certainly more nicely than Quasar was putting it, anyways. Either way, Rhinestone moved in even closer, gently nudging his head against Sorbet's shoulder. Despite the other seeming young, the size difference between him and those gathered around wasn't insignificant, and that represented a bit of a problem. It would be easier for Vaas if they could get Sorbet closer to him, but considering the circumstances... would they even be able to get him to the boardwalk den?

Turning back towards Quasar and Medusa, he questioned them once again, one blue paw pointing down at the nearly unconscious newcomer, "Do you think that the both of you would be able to help me move him? If we can get him towards the boardwalk, Vaas can work on him more easily." Even though Rhine knew Vaas to not go wandering around the territory without at least a few herbs on him, being closer to his base would be much easier. Plus, there was no telling of how many injuries Sorbet had truly sustained. Although it was clear that the other wasn't doing well, Rhinestone was hardly a trained medic, and he couldn't tell what internal injuries the other may have had. If they were truly that bad, then it would be good to get him to Vaas's den as soon as possible, so that he'd have somewhere to comfortably rest. Not only that, but also somewhere that he could comfortably be questioned at, as well. Not that the legate really thought that the young hybrid was a threat, but he was curious about Sorbet's story.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades