The waltz was fairly easy for Blythe to remember. It had taken her a moment or so to readjust herself, but Kain clearly had it down and memorized, so with his help she returned to top form. Generally, Blythe didn't like people touching her, less so since her abduction, but Kain had proven himself time and again to be very capable and almost gentle. In this gown, the bullet wounds in her shoulder and arm were visible, and while she'd generally be ashamed and fearful, she didn't even remember they were there. And if she had, it still wouldn't have changed anything. Not when it concerned the dragoon.
"Is that so?" She asked, her hand lightly touching the shoulder of his suit, feeling the material. "I couldn't say I am too surprised to hear so. You generally don't like these social events. But what makes these parties any different from those in Baron? You had your friends there."
She remembered their names, but she didn't want to say them. Instead she focused on watching his aura, wondering what his facial expressions were, what the color of this suit was, and if he really was just thinking about parties. The suit really did feel nice - the material was soft to the touch.