After having found a bounty of Vitae, by the Grace of God as well as her own merits, Josephine returned to the site of her Creation Rite and the brutal assault of her Priest and Coterie mate. An assault which, unfortunately, had been enacted with her hands. That did not mean she considered the event to be her fault, however. She had not been the one in charge of ensuring the safety of all who partook in the rite's enactment, but she did, nevertheless, hope to help the event's victim recover as well as she could. Thus she returned to the basement and walked down to where she had left the linen wrapped body of Thomas Galilei. With careful hands she removed the shroud from his form and then she set to work prying his jaws open. That morbid task done, she return back upstairs, found a bowl, and opened her wrist into it with the edge of a knife. She let it fill until she judged her surplus of vitae to have been drained away, and then she healed the wound and carried her vessel of God's Damnation to the corpse. With hands steadied by the lack of blood pulsing through them, she tipped the bowl until a steady cascade of deep crimson liquid poured into the mouth of the corpse beneath her.