good night, sweet prince

"Bugs are a good source of protein. And all sorts of other nasties that might make your little bug sick." Isla smiles sunnily up at Remi, giving him a gentle poke in the ribs (it's like poking a brick wall, honestly). "So I'll see you both in a couple of days for a check up shall I?" It's phrased as a question, but Remi will know well that it isn't one. Isla's hand comes up instinctively to try and swat away the finger trying to wiggle away her frown, and she scoffs out a surprised laugh just as the trees part to reveal a wagon, and a man she knows well even if she has never met him on two legs. "Hello, Ianto," she says with a soft and polite smile. The fox in question (obviously) drops everything he's holding in his shock, and what would have been a fine dream catcher is just a bunch of sticks and string now. He will greet them politely enough and linger for small talk and conversation, but of course this isn't really about Ianto. It's about that blue-eyed boy at his feet. "He's so grown up already, Remi," Isla breathes. ISLA pray for me pray to me