The moment that the meeting was over and people began to file out, Kain felt the mantle of assumed leadership fall from his shoulders. He had to admit, even if he would never presume to try to take on a sort of leadership role in Asgard, it was nice to tread in familiar territory once again. But Metatron was at the helm of Asgard, and Kain was content with that. After quietly letting Blythe know that he would be on his way out in a moment, Kain strode over to a small desk in the corner of the room, where three brand new notebooks were neatly stacked. Hidden in plain sight.
Kain picked them up and situated them under his arm, a small smile curling at his lips. Today was Blythe's birthday. The oracle had mentioned her birthday in passing once or twice, and Kain had made a mental note of it. Even if Blythe wasn't one to put much stock in birthdays, they were highly celebrated days on his world, and he thought that Blythe would enjoy the gesture. It wasn't often that Kain was stuck with such a stroke of brilliance, when it came to showing he cared.
It didn't take long for him to make it back down to his room, and when he entered, he found Blythe sitting on the spare bed expectantly. His smile broadened at the sight of her, and he said in a tone of unusual cheerfulness for the dragoon, "I apologize for making you wait, but now, perhaps, I can speak to you properly."
He strode over and sat down next to her, shifting the notebooks off to the side.