You are one of Feyre’s sisters. He only knew that you were Feyre's sister, he knew nothing else more than that. The mating bond clicked into place right before you were thrown into The Cauldron. Cassian, despite his wings being half-shredded, was reaching for you, roaring for the guards to let you go. He needed to save you, every instinct of his body was telling him to.

You tasted death and blackness as you were submerged in the cauldron. And when they pulled you, you collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. And now Fae.

“You're going okay. I promise.” He says trying to crawl over to you despite his injuries.