Aftermath: Rhys & Joseph
By the time everyone had returned back, Rhys had already fed twice and was on the verge of a third drink. This was more magic than he'd used in his entire unlife and he was almost exhausted. He'd had his eyes closed, fingers caressing a woman's forehead who's leg had been badly burned, willing her to sleep so that the healing wouldn't be as painful later. Again and again, over and over. How many people were coming in like this? Where was his mentor and his lover? He had done his absolute best to not focus on how they hadn't come through the door yet but when he opened eyes that were more pupil than iris and saw Joseph?
He was a bit upset.
Standing after his magic did what he had asked it to, he went over to him, his feelings once again on his sleeve. He was angry, he was relieved. "What did you do to yourself?" There was no hesitation in him right then, just fingers going to capture his face. He knew that Ariel and his mentor were there, but Joseph took his attention right now. He could check on the other two later but priorities, apparently. He wanted to offer his own blood but knew it would be the worst of ideas, especially with the beast right there for them both. Especially in a crowded room.