Re: The Garden Maze, 10:00 P.M.
L took in Blythe's frayed and alarming appearance; she looked terrible. Not being one to take care of himself fastidiously, he was in kind hardly dressed appropriately, but he wasted no time in stripping out of his scarf and light jacket and wrapping them around Blythe. His motions were quick and kept actual contact between them at a stark, unintimate minimum, but he was still able to catch a trace of her scent. It was familiar, and made something inside L ache... but it was mixed with Kain's scent, now, and the revelation caused him to draw back more quickly than he might have. Now, she stood before him, looking harrowed and spooked and driven by something hurtful and unwholesome. She looked afraid and a bit mad... but she was still Blythe. The had still belonged to each other, once.
However... distressed as she clearly was... It would be idiotic to stay outside for much longer. They were both cold, now. "Blythe... Blythe, we should go inside," he said, turning meaningfully back towards Asgard. "It doesn't take a genius to know that something is wrong, but you will freeze... can we go in, and talk there?" He started to reach for her hand, but an almost electric impulse prevented him from completing the gesture. It was more than fear of impropriety... it was deeper, and darker, more primal and innate. It was made of instinct and the desire to survive. "Blythe... What is wrong?" he asked, taking a step back, wary of turning his back to her.