Aftermath: Rhys & Joseph
Joseph was walking around, checking on everyone. Some of the Kindred's injuries were horrific. Far worse than his. It seemed Rhys had used his magic to make those with the worst injuries sleep. That was keeping them from frenzying from the pain and trauma. That was more of a relief than Rhys could know.
He was still slightly dreading when his lover found him. There was no hiding his injures. His right arm was all but useless until his collarbone was reset and he could get enough blood to heal it. The charred gash down his back looked and felt worse.
Joseph had to chuckle wryly at Rhys' reaction. "The bloody building tried to squash me," he told his lover. "I'll be fine, love. I just need someone to reset my collar bone and some blood. This isn't the first time I've nearly had a building come crashing down around my ears." Likely not a comfort for the young Tremere. But Joseph was putting on a show of bravado to keep up morale. The loss they'd just suffered was almost unfathomable. The less anyone thought about it, the less likely there'd be anyone frenzying.