The intimacy of Dante's actions seemed to penetrate that one great wall in Blythe's mind. While everything else remained out of focus and blurry in sound and aura, the woman's touches almost awoke something in Blythe. Otherwise a puppet, it made her feel something.
This woman could have been charming her in some mystical way. She couldn't question it; she could only accept. A thought of Ryuzaki flickered through her mind, but it only ghosted by before being seized again by oblivion.