If Rhys had been another man, he might have spoken up again as they spoke about him like he wasn't there but he'd learned his lesson. He could see the dismissal in the Prince's face, even without fully looking at the man. He could understand that a brand new kindred could offer nothing but honestly? There wasn't even a chance to prove himself. Henry had seen something in him but Lucian wasn't even willing to look for it, it seemed. Then again, he was busy and that took time... but his sire had seen it in a few nights following him. Or, at least he told him so.
If he had been human, his fingers would have been broken at this point. How did he just stand here listening to whether or not he should die because his mentor went missing? And why wouldn't he be allowed to use the place he had been calling home for the past month? His things were there, he had his own room, his own fledgling library. It was starting to be a wonder how anyone lived past a year in this world if this was how they treated the newly embraced. Would he say these opinions out loud? Oh no. Never. He'd left his last spark of pride at this point. This point in the flooring should have had a hole in it by now, that was for sure.
A hand held out, but this time, on the part of the older Tremere instead. Rhys hesitated, his eyes watching the other man's fingers for a moment, taking in the way they looked before he finally took it. Henry had teleported with him once, when they first came to the haven after his successful embrace. Did the second time leave him any less dizzy? Not really, no, but it passed after only a few seconds before he looked around fully, sharply. The front sitting room, the room he'd been pacing in just awhile ago. How long had he been gone? It felt like several nights, hours at least. Was it close to dawn? The room had been tidy when Henry had left, but now it was stacked high with piles of books and notes, his writing a distinct cursive typelook.
Being back home gave him an almost overwhelming amount of comfort and he could feel himself slowly recharging, feeling better, even after facing certain death. It was still certain death, but maybe not this night. Should he say something to Amadeus? Probably - he was kind of the only reason he wasn't just dead right now. Then again, he could be the one to do it, eventually. "I...I'm sorry." Not quite what he probably should have said.