There was only a very slight hesitation to taking his mentor's hand, his eyes now focused on the bowl of blood. Ask it to reach out to his sire? What did he say? From what he'd seen, words were important in a lot of rituals and if you said the wrong thing? Wrong things would happen. Even if he messed it up completely, he has pretty complete faith that Amadeus would be able to fix it, or push it the way that it needed it to go. Hence the extra blood, the extra power, the connections. Everything was connected through blood and magic...
Rhys wanted to take a deep breath but he didn't want to waste the blood or energy to do so, even if it would make him feel a little bit better. Anxiety was tight around his throat and chest in a way that it hadn't been on his way here. Then again, he'd had Joseph then and the Brujah tended to be able to calm him just by being there with him. He could have fallen in love with someone else of his clan, of course, but he hadn't. He couldn't be here for this. He could do this on his own.
"Please, reach out to find Henry. Find the lost and allow me to find him." He wouldn't have to describe him, wouldn't have to think about what he looked like or sounded like. His blood knew exactly what to do, especially with Amadeus' power. Though he didn't take a deep breath, he closed his eyes, almost afraid to see what was about to happen. Would the blood physically move? If it didn't go anywhere, he wasn't sure he could watch it just sit there and confirm his fears.