Shifting his arm so she was braced better against him, Cian only gave her a little smile as she spoke to Connie, keeping his wrist at the ready. He did, however, notice the tone change in the man next to him, but when permission was given, he lowered his wrist to Chiyu's mouth, letting her take a weak hold on his arm. After that, he looked over at Connie, keeping his gaze for a moment before looking away. It had been awhile since someone had had a drink of him. Years upon decades, if he could remember correctly. He'd forgotten what it felt like.
"There you go Chiyu, just a little bit more and you can sleep again." For her, his voice was less his own and more gentle.