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A quiet smile flickered across Ianto's face at hearing he wasn't the only non-combatant in the ring, so to speak. Even so, Amalia had gotten a lot farther than he had, and she was damned powerful too. "Delah is a warrior. The idea of throwing a match is understandably abhorrent to her. But I daresay you'll get back on her good side soon. You've a way with people." He winked at her, glancing back at the roses. He hadn't expected his news to be met with quite so much vigour, but then again he supposed he had only been confined to the Greatwood for a year, rather than a lifetime.
"Oh, ah... well. His name was Oli, but I have a feeling that wasn't entirely truthful," he murmured. "In fact, a lot of what he said sounded like a lie, but... I don't know. I believed him when he said he wasn't from the Greatwood or the Hollowed Grounds. The Fae treat him as an outsider anyway."
"Oh, ah... well. His name was Oli, but I have a feeling that wasn't entirely truthful," he murmured. "In fact, a lot of what he said sounded like a lie, but... I don't know. I believed him when he said he wasn't from the Greatwood or the Hollowed Grounds. The Fae treat him as an outsider anyway."
i know places we can hide
