Faolan's face tightens, and there is a flash of something there, before he has to turn away. She may not blame him, but he blames himself a little. Alright, more than a little. How can he not? He had known, and he had not done anything. He had saved his own skin. And now someone else's blood was on his hands.

"...I'm sorry," he says, after a long moment. He does not suggest that her having been turned, at least she is not dead. He is not sure he is of the opinion as such.