Ianto
"Ah, so a lot of people have been telling you how well you look, then," Ianto murmured, smirking and blowing the steam rolling up from his mug of tea. The alchemist had looked a lot better in the fox's presence, it was true - but he had also looked a lot worse, and so this did fall somewhere in between, he supposed. As for the nature of Remi's visit, Ianto didn't try to hide the way he rolled his eyes. "You? Blindly walking into danger? Never." His borderline obsession with his godmother seemingly went beyond her connection to Ianto, it appeared.
Not bothering with the usual don't try to find her, don't go near her, don't even think about her warnings, knowing full well that they fell on deaf ears, Ianto warmed his hands around his mug, fox's tail flicking back and forth as he thought. "It depends on what you want her for, I suppose," he said.
"If you just want to say hi, you can always pray at the Wildwood shrine. She appears there sometimes." He shrugged. "Otherwise, I could take you to her. Or I could deliver a message."
Not bothering with the usual don't try to find her, don't go near her, don't even think about her warnings, knowing full well that they fell on deaf ears, Ianto warmed his hands around his mug, fox's tail flicking back and forth as he thought. "It depends on what you want her for, I suppose," he said.
"If you just want to say hi, you can always pray at the Wildwood shrine. She appears there sometimes." He shrugged. "Otherwise, I could take you to her. Or I could deliver a message."
