it's not what it looks like
"She is wild fae," Ianto said slowly, his voice hushed as if his godmother might hear right through whatever measures he had put in place to keep their words secret. "And of course she'd be willing to talk with you - though I can't stress how terrible an idea that'd be." Blue eyes locked on Roana's, the fox hoping to make her understand, even if he couldn't stop her at all.
He still couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of the barrier coming down, unsure of it even though from what he had learned so far, the people he knew may well be behind it. But that was not his decision to make, not his burden to bear. "If it happens, I suppose I'll have to consider it," he agreed, before flashing a golden grin her way as she called him charming. "I don't reckon I can argue with that, at least. Shall we make camp here for the night? I can get everythin' set up, and we'll go to the barrier come morning."
He still couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of the barrier coming down, unsure of it even though from what he had learned so far, the people he knew may well be behind it. But that was not his decision to make, not his burden to bear. "If it happens, I suppose I'll have to consider it," he agreed, before flashing a golden grin her way as she called him charming. "I don't reckon I can argue with that, at least. Shall we make camp here for the night? I can get everythin' set up, and we'll go to the barrier come morning."
