Like winter into spring, her anger melts away. This time when she cups Ianto's cheeks it is with maternal softness, stroking away the injuries caused with soothing, careful attention. And they really do heal away under her touch, leaving the fox unmarked - leaving no evidence of what transpired, however briefly. "Of course it was, sweet boy," she whispers, caressing his face and fussing over a lock of copper hair.
"It must have been so long since you saw them last. People like you - people from your land. It is no surprise that you were jarred." Carefully, she presses a kiss to his forehead, stepping back once more. "But now you have learned, haven't you? And this will not happen again?"
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown