Re: Front Porch of Asgard
Kain didn't particularly enjoy fire. It reminded him of the day that the King of Baron sent he and Cecil to Mist to unwittingly wipe out the Summoners in a blaze of fire. The screams, Rydia wailing over her mother's body, the smell of burning flesh--
He shoved those thoughts away as he entered the greenhouse. This was abou Blythe, not him. He just barely made it through the doorway of the greenhouse without catching his hair on fire, and at that he likely singed a few hairs off. He was mostly safe from burns due to his armor, but he could still easily roast to death inside of it, a thought that didn't sit well with him as he tried to make out anything in the smoke and flames, the heat burning his eyes even behind his mask and scratching his throat as he breathed. He coughed, and would have raised a hand to cover his mouth if he had had a free one. There was no way he'd be able to put this fire out on his own.
The wind changed, and for a brief moment Kain caught sight of some bookshelves through the blaze. Unfortunately, they seemed to be at the heart of the most intense part of the fire. After a moment of hesitation, the dragoon took a deep breath--and nearly choked--before making his way forward carefully, trying to avoid the flames on either side of him from the rows of plants. After what seemed like forever, he made it to the nearest bookshelf.
This had to be quick. He was already feeling a bit lightheaded from lack of oxygen and the heat. He set one of his buckets down, and promptly threw the water out of the other one onto the bookshelf. It managed to douse out the flames on the lower shelf, and he quickly bent down and retrieved a handful of books, half of which crumbled in his hands upon being removed. He was left with two books, blackened by flames, the pages charred around the edges, but not yet totally destroyed. Though the water had probably not helped them.
Turning, he swiftly threw the other bucket of water onto her desk, and grabbed the item nearest to him--her journal. With his hard won prizes in hand, Kain turned and exited the greenhouse as quickly as he could, coughing and gasping as soon as he was back out into the open air, tearing his helmet off of his head and undoing his breastplate right then and there to try to cool himself off. Once he had managed to sufficiently catch his breath (though he was still wheezing a bit) he made his way back up to the porch to Blythe.
Shoving a small smile onto his face, covered in soot, and probably smelling a bit like a fireplace, Kain approached Blythe and held out the books and journal, a small cough escaping his lips.
"I'm sorry. This is all I managed to save." He said somberly, his smile dropping a bit. This was all that would be left of all her work in the greenhouse. He hadn't even managed to save any of her medicines. Not that they'd likely be any good after being through the fire, but still.