Ianto
"Mm... I'd heard rumours, but I wasn't sure," Ianto said, a hint of apology in his tone as he placed the pipe between his lips and produced a matchbook from his pocket, striking one. His brow furrowed as he thought of those afflicted. "It sounds like an awful disease," he murmured. "I hope something can be done. I do know that if there was anything that would cure the woods and Arduinna was capable of it, she'd be doing it already."
Puffing a few times on the pipe, exhaling deeply and taking it from his lips once more, Ianto gazed pointedly at Remi. Once he had tried to protect him by telling him nothing. Now, honesty might save his life - as it would have done all along. "Oaths and promises," he said. "They are her bread and butter. Careful, though - she'll own you, literally, with a few well placed words."
Puffing a few times on the pipe, exhaling deeply and taking it from his lips once more, Ianto gazed pointedly at Remi. Once he had tried to protect him by telling him nothing. Now, honesty might save his life - as it would have done all along. "Oaths and promises," he said. "They are her bread and butter. Careful, though - she'll own you, literally, with a few well placed words."
