Kain was tired. In just about every sense of the word. He hadn't been sleeping well, for obvious reasons, and he was emotionally drained. Kain had never been one to do well in situations where he had no control, and this was one of them. He could do nothing to help Blythe, save for...fetching organs.
The organs were, of course, the ones from the greenhouse. Kain wasn't thrilled about leaving her alone for any amount of time tonight, of all nights, but if having them near her made her slightly less insane, he was willing to go get them. The thought was neither less bizarre nor disturbing now than it had been when he had first pulled the bloody organs out of her corset. Just thinking about it unsettled him, the wrongness of the entire situation making it seem almost like a nightmare. But if anyone knew how to shove their less desirable feelings into some dark corner of their mind to be dealt with later it was Kain. And so he carried out his morbid task without complaint. The dragoon was just happy that Blythe had had the foresight to put them into a jar. He wasn't quite sure how the liquid in the jar preserved things, but it had done it's job. Something he was quite thankful for, seeing as they'd been sitting out in her greenhouse for two days.
He was quite fortunate that he managed to get back to his room without running into any of his fellow Asgardians. He had no idea how he would have explained the jar of organs...and he probably wouldn't have by this point. He couldn't really be bothered to care too much about trying to cover his tracks when he was so worried about his lover.
As he stepped back into his room he glanced at Blythe, briefly, before setting the jar down on his desk.
"I hope these help."
The words came out of him almost like a sigh as he moved over to the window, glancing outside into the twilight. It was the darker part of the evening, just before full nightfall. The night hadn't even truly begun and already Kain was wishing fervently that it would be over soon.