{AN: As a head's up, Blythe's a healer - Dante and Light could talk her into healing him somewhat! ^^}
As Light prepared to clean his wounds, Blythe's entire drugged mind was focused solely on Dante, who had now taken center stage in this interrogation of sorts. The hands continued to drift across her form delicately and appreciatively. If Blythe had any power whatsoever, her magick would have pushed Dante away long ago. But even in this, not only was she defenseless, she was seduced.
When Dante asked her the first question directed towards her rather than to Light, it was as though all she could see was the blue of Dante's aura in every part of her mind.