"Hn." Well, he'd never find Yako now, not before she got back to Niflheim, but Rufus felt better knowing that at least the girl was walking in a less incriminating direction. He smiled inwardly at Blythe's assessment.
It was clear, by now, that all was not black and white in this realm. Even the blind could see it. But Rufus was a suspicious man, and it had kept him and his alive: he did not know the scope and nature of Yako's relationship with Blythe, and wasn't about to start throwing out information, no matter how certain he felt that her intentions were good. Blythe was elegant and placid and personable, and Rufus knew from experience that this could be a devastatingly dangerous combination.
"Yako is more capable than she appears," he said, keeping his voice light. "Even alone, she would withstand the troubles she faces... and, yes, seems to attract. At least, it's my opinion that she would. But," he shrugged casually, "allies help." After a beat, he added drily, "The more unexpected, the better."
The grass was fragrant and almost noiseless beneath their feet as Rufus followed Blythe to the porch. It was a restful tableau, and the erstwhile President felt strange and out of context. Taking a quiet breath, he spoke to the peaceful scene.
"Speaking of alliances," he began carefully, treading lightly, in case his companion didn't appreciate the gesture, "I understand you're marrying tomorrow. Congratulations."