Carefully replacing the rose in the basket, Ianto shifted to get up off the snow, teeth fighting not to chatter as the cold sank into his bones. "It happens," he said, as if he was waving off some minor slight rather than deep puncture wounds in his wrist. "Don't apologise. It wasn't you who did this," he said, his breath clouding the air before him as he approached the small fox.
"Listen," he murmured, crouching down before Jigano. "I don't know how long you'll have like this, but get some proper food in you, and get some rest. Okay? We're working on fixing this - everything will be put to rights. You just need to hold on until then."
"Listen," he murmured, crouching down before Jigano. "I don't know how long you'll have like this, but get some proper food in you, and get some rest. Okay? We're working on fixing this - everything will be put to rights. You just need to hold on until then."
