Ianto
"My godmother persuaded them," Ianto explained. Persuaded, threatened... same thing, surely. "She's a wild Fae from the Greatwood. She found me and taught me the ways of the forest." He was more candid by far with Amalia than any of the others he'd met so far, but then she was already in the village - there was no reason for trickery or misleading statements.
That was precisely why Ianto could appreciate Amalia's vague responses; she was right not to be openly trusting, and his brow furrowed as she spoke about her friends. "I imagine saying please, or asking for a trade would be too easy." He smiled weakly, arching an eyebrow at the now obviously squirming bag, but not wanting to ask about it.
"Of course," he said amicably, offering an arm so that she could walk with him through the square. "In return, though, might I ask that you do something for me?"
That was precisely why Ianto could appreciate Amalia's vague responses; she was right not to be openly trusting, and his brow furrowed as she spoke about her friends. "I imagine saying please, or asking for a trade would be too easy." He smiled weakly, arching an eyebrow at the now obviously squirming bag, but not wanting to ask about it.
"Of course," he said amicably, offering an arm so that she could walk with him through the square. "In return, though, might I ask that you do something for me?"
