It all boils down to one thing: Kieran is too tired to do anything other than listen. Panic only lasts for so long, and the sudden bursts of adrenaline that once coursed through his veins have ebbed away, leaving him drained of nearly all of his energy. He blinks, a futile action with nothing working to protect, but he's grateful that he can do it anyway. At least the grisly wounds have closed even if the dried blood caked on his skin feels like a stiff mask.

He takes solace in the feeling of fur underneath his palm and mindlessly starts petting at Princess Thug. He's not useful for much else like this. Eventually, he takes it upon himself to close his eyes and keep them that way to protect his eyes, such as they are. It's tempting to fall asleep, but his basic instincts are telling him that would be the worst idea, so he fights the urge.