At least the childe wasn't starving to death. That was something. "Bagged blood will do for now but we'll have to work on actual feeding if we're to work on spells. Twisting the Blood the way we do, it burns through it quicker, pushes us closer to our Hunger and the Beast, so the fresher the blood the stronger it is and longer it lasts us. But for now, I'll have more bag blood delivered."
Having been a while since he had taught a fledgling of his own, Amadeus was running through a mental checklist of everything that they would have to cover. Feeding, check. Going over the six traditions? Well, Amadeus was guessing that Henry had covered the most important one but since Rhys hadn't known what he was risking coming to the tower then he likely had not gone in-depth. It was something that Rhys would have to learn but as long as he was staying put for now it wasn't a problem.
"Stay here, inside. Henry's Haven remains your own. Should we be unable to locate Henry—" or it turned out the worst had happened "then by Camarilla law it's all yours. If you want to leave, let me know and I'll other come myself or send someone over." Amadeus knew how it sounded, that he was putting him under house arrest, but it was more for his own safety.