Heat doesn't have wings in the way that would get foiled by a cloak, his way is perfectly good for him, but Serph obviously required something different. He feels strangely bare without it, even knowing it's just temporary. He's been angry with Serph countless times, was right now, but it's never become hatred. Squashed fury that Serph declared tribes all but irrelevant, absolutely.

Attacking him over it .. not so much. Not yet. Not when he wraps gray and orange around himself, a decent stand-in until something more appropriate could be found, settling some of that irritation down. Rejecting it would have been rejecting him the tribe and that's intolerable.

This is better. "Yeah, well, you can't get away from us that easily. You had to know we'd be turning up eventually." He sets one hand on his hip, scowling at the hospital at large. There's no trusting the Embryon to anyone else, and comrades stuck together, didn't they? Of course they'd follow. He would. "Wherever this is, if it's not Nirvana." But wasn't it? There's so many new things. "..And what the hell is up with the wings, anyway?"