If he could have helped it, Rhys would quiet his mind in a heartbeat. He was getting better, as was obvious with the way he used to be when he was first made, but it wasn't a fast process at all. He'd keep calm, not fidget or stutter. He hated it all, sometimes. Even now, he wanted to rub his palms on his thighs, but he continued to sit on the tops of his hands, instead.
He didn't respond to that but his mind was starting to go, whether he liked it or not. That he was fragile? That Joseph was coddling him? Or something else that was floating around in his mind? It could have been all of it, a mix or nothing, but Rhys did have a habit of making things worse than they needed to be. But he also had the habit on jumping the gun with his emotions. Yet another habit he hoped to break at some point.
He knew the issue of him being a target - there were several reasons that didn't involve Joseph at all. The fact that Henry was missing, the fact he was already connected to Amadeus, the fact that his generation was smaller than a good amount of the kindred in the city but he was less than a year old. Less than six months. It just didn't seem to happen from what he'd seen. He'd survived things like Amadeus trying to choke the life out of him but that risk was different than the people of the court, as he'd been told.
"I'm now tied to two people..." Did that make it any different? "What do you suggest..?"