Cian didn't have his own, deeper feelings, a good deal of the time. If he did, normally they didn't get shown. Without someone else's blood, it was hard to express things, as closed off as he normally was. He didn't get hurt a good amount of the time but this was a different story, wasn't it? The fact that Connie was holding his face didn't quite make it better. In fact, it might have made it worse. Kindred blood didn't work the same way as kine blood did for him, but maybe that was for the best. Everything else had been enough.
"You aren't filthy." There was still that connection, made stronger by the touch and the blood still on his tongue. Though Connie hadn't said it out loud, the word was strong in that. His voice might have been quiet but it wasn't as closed off as it normally was, even he could hear it with those three words. Cian wasn't all the way himself, it seemed. The fact of the matter was, he hadn't thought about anyone else and he had walked without care through this house and the other members of it.