Ianto
"Here." Ianto produced, seemingly from nowhere, a couple of long strips of brightly coloured cloth. He wrapped one about his own face so he could minimise the amount he might breathe in, and stepped forward to help Remi with the other since his hands were full. If he was allowed to do as much, he would duck back around so he could squint at the jar while the tree flailed and swayed and seemed thoroughly confused by what was happening.
"Looks like enough to me," he murmured. "About a third of the jar is full. Is that what you need? Or more...?" He still didn't know what any of this was for, but if Remi needed it then they would stay until there was enough. Unless... y'know. Something merited Ianto having to run away like the coward he was.
"Looks like enough to me," he murmured. "About a third of the jar is full. Is that what you need? Or more...?" He still didn't know what any of this was for, but if Remi needed it then they would stay until there was enough. Unless... y'know. Something merited Ianto having to run away like the coward he was.
