Blythe constantly fought to keep her face from frowning in worry every time Ryuzaki spoke - worse yet when he corrected himself. It left much for her to ponder about. At times, with the way he dodged questions and he rephrased very commonplace responses, she wondered if he was actually going to tell her anything at all. She'd learned time and again that pushing people for answers was not the best solution. Her hands gripped her walking stick as she allowed her expression to remain gentle.
"I'll fetch the tea after this. It wouldn't take long." She clarified. "Where, ah... Where do you go when you leave Asgard? Through the forest or into Emptiness? On walks?"
The questions were harmless enough. She wasn't asking what he was doing or if he was meeting anyone. Only he would bring that up. That was what she had decided - if they were to talk about any of his secrets, they would be his choice to surrender and in his own time.
{AN: <3 You aren't tactless - neither of you are. When things like this happen, it's not possible to read the mind of the player going through the personal crisis. Only I can specify what hurts and what doesn't, and, well...I'm not really open about such things and I think I need to be. I love you guys, too. I am sorry about my involvement or lack thereof in the plot, but...it's just not in my heart to do it. It doesn't feel right. I'll help how I can as minimally as I can. <3
Oh, and I hate to say this.....D: But, um, eheh...ICly, because Misa is 'Mrs. Yagami', uh, Blythe isn't going to go anywhere near her. So if you think I'm shafting Misa, I'm not. It's just my character. ;_;}