Ianto
”Coats can be cleaned, or replaced.” Ianto gave her a smile that flashed the gold in his teeth. A lie of course - he bloody loved that battered old trench coat - but it could add character for all he knew. Only one way to find out. Carefully sitting up as the healer stepped back, the fox examined the dressing on his side and seemed happy with it, rising to his feet as well. (He had to stoop in the healer’s house, but that was to be expected).
Opening his mouth to object to Juniper but wisely deciding against it, he could do little more than smile bashfully and nod his gratitude. The healer, for her part, didn’t really care as long as she was paid, advising Juniper they could sort out the details later, showing them to her door. ”Thank you for your help,” he told them both, winking at the hunter who’d shot him. ”Though maybe not for the arrow.”
~FIN
Opening his mouth to object to Juniper but wisely deciding against it, he could do little more than smile bashfully and nod his gratitude. The healer, for her part, didn’t really care as long as she was paid, advising Juniper they could sort out the details later, showing them to her door. ”Thank you for your help,” he told them both, winking at the hunter who’d shot him. ”Though maybe not for the arrow.”
~FIN
