Re: Front Porch of Asgard
When Tohru had sprinted past, pausing to share her condolences with Blythe, the oracle heard, but did not outwardly acknowledge it. Tohru's sympathy was appreciated, yet her numbness at this point was too devastating to clearly see past it. Later, when she recovered - if there was a chance she could make it to that point - she would thank her for at least granting her that moment.
She said nothing and hardly made a movement as she listened to the men shouting orders at each other over the roar of the fire. Occassionally, there, too, was the sound of horses sobbing out in fear, but she was not scared for them. Asgard would save them. They always did.
It was a sad state for her to be in, particularly because she was such a compassionate healer who normally would have been doing her best to assist. But she had no motivation, no strength left in her bones or her heart. When Kain did finally approach her, she barely glanced at him. At this point, the fight between them was forgotten, but for an entirely different reason than his. She wished she had the courage to face him and say she was sorry, but even her own self-pity fell dead at the feet of her anguish.
Kain nearly growled and then dashed off towards the greenhouse, and when he did, Blythe thought she would retch right there. She clamored to her feet, stumbling back towards the railing, and watched as his aura slipped into the darkness and vanish. A tear rolled down her cheek and it took every ounce of control she had to keep from fainting then and there. It was clear to her in that moment what truly mattered more to her.
"Kain, you brute." She whispered through quivering lips. "Come back."