Re: Front Porch of Asgard
Kain insisted he was fine, but that cough said otherwise. Taking a few quick breaths, she placed her books down on the floor - gently, as if to show them reverance - and wiped away her tears with unsteady fingers. She did this as he removed his armor, but did take a moment to swallow a bitter, mournful chuckle at his last comment.
"I would have had to brave that fire and rescue you." She almost joked, but it sounded and felt flat and unemotional. Yes, his actions had shocked her out of her prior stupor, but even her unwavering concern for him did not dilute the ache in her chest.
Raising the hand that had once been on his face, she pressed it in the center of his chest, against his sternum. Then she closed her eyes and let her hand burst into a blue light. The hand did not move from its position, but the magick seeped through in ribbons, penetrating his lungs and effectively sweeping out the dust and smog in his system. When she was finished, she placed both hands at his throat, as if to choke him, and soothed the throat passage with purple magick, mending any damage to the inside of his body.
"Go and help them." She murmured, leaning down to pick up her books. "Should something happen to anyone, send them to me. Otherwise, I will be in our room." Blythe paused and gave him another meaningful gaze. "Be safe."
In other words, if you die, I'll kill you. But sentimentally so.