Ianto's hand stills the alchemist just as Amalia's hand stills the midwife. Reassurance at the fox's hand on his arm is waylaid by the words he hears fall from Phoebe's lips. My baby.."No Phoebe, it is not." He says gently, lowering the spyglass from his eye and shaking his head with a sad smile. Quickly his eyes land on Amalia, appreciative for her efforts, and he nods rather than expressing himself verbally, for Ianto has already indicated that silence is likely their best course of action.
With a bit of a grimace, Remi gives Ianto an uncertain and unhappy nod. Things that are not what they appear to be, things in the forest that like to play games...these are nightmares that the alchemist has lived. Despite the urge to shift into something smaller and merely let the fox carry him the rest of the way, Remi takes a breath and follows behind the fox, hopeful that they will exit the forest sooner rather than later.
With a bit of a grimace, Remi gives Ianto an uncertain and unhappy nod. Things that are not what they appear to be, things in the forest that like to play games...these are nightmares that the alchemist has lived. Despite the urge to shift into something smaller and merely let the fox carry him the rest of the way, Remi takes a breath and follows behind the fox, hopeful that they will exit the forest sooner rather than later.
cinnamon whiskey, boy don't kiss me soft and slow
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
