It wasn't the fact that he had brought people Cian cared about, it was the how. The way he had talked about Connie had gotten under his skin in an obvious way. The way it made the Elder feel like his mother's son, after all he'd done to not? That's was another point he wasn't going to touch. Maybe later, when he was alone and tearing apart his room.
Reaching out, Cian smoothed a hand over Tristian's silvery hair, knowing this was probably the last time, in at least a long time, that he would do do. "I'll stay. For now." He didn't want to confuse Tris anymore than he already had, but leaving a struggling Malkavian fledgling alone was probably a worse idea.