it's not what it looks like
"I have, yeah." Ianto nodded to Ashetta's question from his very safe position standing behind Roana. Unfortunately he would likely need to be told a third time about the Spire and the Voice and these new Bloodfiends, because the assassin's sudden appearance had stolen all of his attention. Frowning ever so slightly as she brought up Warren, he glanced to Roana as if wondering why she wasn't... y'know, arresting Ashe or whatever other captainy duties she might have.
"No others out here, not from Northaven. It's just been me, since I arrived in Leafchange. The forest belongs to the Fae, though." As Roana would well know, from her interactions with the winged folk so far. "What do you want?" It came out a touch sharply, but then he didn't want to have anything to do with Ashe given half a chance.
"No others out here, not from Northaven. It's just been me, since I arrived in Leafchange. The forest belongs to the Fae, though." As Roana would well know, from her interactions with the winged folk so far. "What do you want?" It came out a touch sharply, but then he didn't want to have anything to do with Ashe given half a chance.
