The hand against his lower back pulled him back from being too nervous, calming him even if he almost jumped at it. He also liked how Joseph settled on the arm of the chair he had chosen for himself, instead of siting away from him. As much as he didn't want to cling to others anymore, he found himself wanting that touch, even searching it out by tangling his fingers in between the hand closest to his.
That blood rain was something Rhys had also avoided. It was deemed not the best for him to be a part of, giving the timing, but he'd been there for the rest. Whether he had wanted to or not. Either way, he'd done a good job staying out of most everyone's way. He didn't remember seeing Garnet's 'most wonderful' dress, but he hadn't really been looking around at the other kindred that had attended.
He had eaten earlier, of course, but he wasn't about to turn down the drink he was being offered. He might have, at one time, guessed it was wine of some kind but he knew better. As she also settled, Rhys took a small sip of it. It was done without really paying much attention to it, but there was a very small, soft noise at the taste. What was it? Not a spice, not a sweet or anything like it, but it tasted so good and he wanted to down it in all one go but stopped himself.
Instead, Rhysie forced himself to look over what was in the boxes. Everything was beautiful but there was so much there, all different kinds of bits of metal and stone.