Joseph & Rhys
To the contrary, the person Joseph needed protecting from the most was himself. He was a Brujah and was prone to forgetting he wasn't invincible. He chuckled at Rhys' reply and the kiss to his brow. He'd need that gentleness later. After the worst of the wounded were tended to and he was healed enough the emotional breakdown that was coming wouldn't send him into a frenzy.
The brave face wasn't for Rhys. It was for the traumatized and wounded souls littering the backstage area. For his retinue, most of whom were young and had never experienced a horror like this. As long as they could see him Joseph would be the pillar of strength they needed. "Later, love," he promised softly. "For now, this lot needs me."
"Your mentor is all right," he assured Rhys in a more normal tone. "Ariel took him off, hopefully to make the fool rest." Not that Amadeus was the only warlock who looked stretched to his limits and beyond. "You did well, love. But don't put yourself in torpor overdoing it."