Ianto
"I'm alive. And I can see. So I'm more alright than I can say for you," Ianto muttered only half jokingly, closing his eyes again as their foreheads gently touched. The injustice of what had befallen Remi was not lost on the fox, and foreign anger kindled low in the pit of his belly. He wouldn't forget what Arduinna had done. And even if it took the rest of his life, he would make sure there was retribution.
Stepping back as well, Ianto found Remi's hand and held it between his own. "Would that you didn't have to get used to it." He sighed, gently taking his gift from his basket to gently fasten it around the alchemist's wrist.
"It's made from the branches of a Wicker Woman," he explained. There are beads that you'll feel along it. Be careful with them, they're sap from the tree. Just a trinket, but... well. Happy midnight festival."
Stepping back as well, Ianto found Remi's hand and held it between his own. "Would that you didn't have to get used to it." He sighed, gently taking his gift from his basket to gently fasten it around the alchemist's wrist.
"It's made from the branches of a Wicker Woman," he explained. There are beads that you'll feel along it. Be careful with them, they're sap from the tree. Just a trinket, but... well. Happy midnight festival."
