Aftermath
Joseph had used the blood to heal himself enough he was mobile. It had been a much longer walk back, especially noting who was missing. The burn on his back hurt far more than the broken collarbone. Healing that would be hellish as well, since he'd probably need to have the big fellow who'd pulled him out of the building just before it'd collapsed reset it.
As soon as he entered, Joseph waved off Bruno. "Blood," he ordered. "Open up the stores. Some of this lot will have to be fed with cups." He headed further in, glad to see Ariel carrying off Amadeus. The warlock wasn't good to anyone if he was falling down.
The irony of that thought didn't even brush the Brujah's mind as he moved through the battered and ash splattered group. He was the ranking member of the court and it was his haven. He was just glad Rhys had stayed and done as he asked. They would have lost more if there hadn't been help so close by and at the ready. He hoped Amadeus took note.