Crooked but upright - Open, Nightmare

[RHINESTONE.]

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

Rhinestonestar didn't know much about Stheno, nor did he know much about the other snake hybrid that Medusa had talked about in her panicked state after the raid. However, he knew that both had a profound impact on his primus, whether it be a positive or a negative one. So, he had been trying to keep an eye on Medusa from afar, not wanting to make it too obvious that he was worried about her. Not because he thought that the hybrid was weak, or because she really needed his help, but because he wanted to be there for her if she wanted him to be. He knew that they were friends, and friends stuck around for each other. After all, she had stuck by his side when he had returned from the dead, disoriented and rallying against a group that he had once vowed to follow for the entirety of his life. The least he could do was stay by her side when she was struggling because of friends and enemies in her life that she had evidently been worrying about for her entire existence. At least, that's what he could assume from the few things that she had told him about Xthocoatl.

The smell of something either burnt or burning was what drew Rhinestone out of camp that night, a worried frown on the serval's muzzle as he moved swiftly over sand and into the woods. The surrounding trees of the Twisted Forest still caused the fur along his spine to raise slightly, but he found his steps were more firm, a newfound confidence in the legate's walk as he moved forward. He was surprised that it didn't seem as though he was the first to arrive, but he wasn't disappointed. He was glad that others had arrived to help Medusa as well, and he was glad that it didn't seem as though any outright flames had broken out. Still, as he stepped smoothly in beside Sorbet, his dark black gaze couldn't help but zero in on the scorch marks that marred the floor, a sigh leaving his slim form. He then let his eyes drift upwards to Medusa, offering her a comforting smile before he muttered, "Nightmares are terrible... I had lots of them, after the whole sickness incident. But hell, it won't be long before you forget about this one entirely... is your head alright?" His attention had zeroed in on her rubbing at her temple, wondering if she had some kind of stress headache. Maybe there was something that Vaas could give her, to help her sleep without a nightmare.

tags + roleplayed by stilly + the palm glades