Chiyu hadn't responded to Connie brushing her hair from her face, but when Cian lifted her, she let out a soft moan of protest. She was pretty bruised and sore, not to mention a little anemic from Connie drinking so deeply. Not that she regretted anything.
She woke up with a little wince and whimper. So very sore. Connie had still been going at her when she finally passed out. "Hey big guy," she greeted as she settled herself gingerly against his shoulder. She looked over at Connie and smiled. "Did I do good?" she asked.
Then there was Cian's wrist and blood and she only hesitated because Connie might object. "Can I?" she murmured.