Last night, Rhys had lost track of just how many times Joseph had bitten him, in how many different places. If it wasn't for that part about having to spread out over more than one night, Rhys would have... Been hurt. It wasn't something that he wanted to think about, but he couldn't help his racing thoughts. That wasn't a relationship, not to him. That was one sided. If he was going to get into something, he wanted it to consume both sides, not just one because they were forced to. Everything felt tight, like it was too much even if it was his own body, his own thoughts.
He wasn't watching Amadeus' face, no, but he was listening to him, as best as he could. He wasn't sure what his face would have looked like if he had. Again, there was an interesting spot just past his mentor's hand.
A great secret that he hadn't known? That got him to look up, slowly. By the time he got to Amadeus' face, his eyes were wide, his whole body still. No longer form blood bonds? That was a good thing, wasn't it? If he had sent him to the Chantry, without that being a thing, he would have been bound, unable to think for himself. "What does that mean... for all of us?" If he couldn't bond Joseph to him, or anyone else for that matter? How far out was the magic effected?