it's not what it looks like
Like winter into spring, Ianto shot Roana a mischievous smile and shook his head. "Don't you worry about me, Captain. For all my talk, I'm in more danger from bandits than I am my godmother. I still must ask for caution if you want to speak with her, but I'll not stop you." And he'd still appreciate her help in guarding his wagon, if that was what she wanted to do.
Rising to his feet, Ianto removed a small cube from the folds of his pocket, holding a hand up as if to tell her to stay where she was. "I'm sure you can," he said, "but you'd be more use if you rested."
Winking, he tossed the cube to the ground - and a very comfortable looking tent sprung up where it hit, as though it had detonated into a portable campsite. "There's a few first aid supplies inside," he murmured. "I'll go and gather some firewood, okay?"
Without further delay, Ianto left the ex-captain to rest up and padded away into the forest on silent feet. This had been a very interesting evening indeed.
Rising to his feet, Ianto removed a small cube from the folds of his pocket, holding a hand up as if to tell her to stay where she was. "I'm sure you can," he said, "but you'd be more use if you rested."
Winking, he tossed the cube to the ground - and a very comfortable looking tent sprung up where it hit, as though it had detonated into a portable campsite. "There's a few first aid supplies inside," he murmured. "I'll go and gather some firewood, okay?"
Without further delay, Ianto left the ex-captain to rest up and padded away into the forest on silent feet. This had been a very interesting evening indeed.
