Blythe had stood very still, allowing Vader to take the circuits and machine into his hand. As soon as he took it completely, she retracted, instead allowing her wet hands to clutch the bedframe, a bit weary. He didn't say anything, and she figured it was one of those moments where he was either saying goodbye to his old life or hello to his new one. It was an intimate moment, whatever he was feeling, and she felt nearly invasive.
She almost jumped out of her skin when Vader threw the implant against the nearest wall, a gasp slipping from her throat. "UnGods..." she murmured under her breath as she wiped the sweat from her brow with her arm, wondering if she should sit.
But what Vader said next surprised her a fair bit more. "Do you really mean that?" She asked, trying to make sure. "I can help you however you want. Cosmetically, internally. If you rather not, I understand. I just thought you should know that you have other options as well."