Considering she'd smashed a couple of things in her own mental breaks, Chiyu couldn't exactly hold that against Julian. She'd be frightened and worried, just like when Connie was screaming and pulling on his hair. But they were all crazy, so that kind of stuff went with the territory.
"I'm sorry," she murmured again, because that sounded awful. "I can give you some of my blood if that'll help? Cian has some a couple of nights ago, but I've slept lots and I'm all right today."
She didn't know how helpful that was, but she felt like she had to try to do something. It had helped Connie when he was going nuts and Cian after he came home after the fire, so maybe?