Cyro blinked. Telepathy? Well okay....whatever. Least it meant he wasnt going insane. He blinked and listened tomRagnar as he spoke. Then he got to the part about the poison and he went wide eyed. Throwing the jacket off her and lifted the arm. Gulping. What should he do? He hated blood. On one if he did take it to remove the poison he would be just like THEM. Yet if he didnt she would die. He looked at Ragnar. Gulping a bit. "You my witnesd....I did it to save her life." he looked unhappy about it but lifted the arm to his mouth. Taking his fangs and bit in. Feeling horrible and sickened as he sucked out the poison before retracting his fangs and healed the wound over. Rushing to the trashcan and proceded to throw up several times. His eyes glowing red. The bloodlust triggered big time. He shot himself up with blood shot after bloodshot. Using six before it was under control. Throwing up again before sitting at the table looking disgusted with himself.