Ianto caged his cry of pain behind clenched teeth, but that didn't stop his hand from spasming, and he had to resist the urge to fling the fox away and into the nearest tree. Luckily enough the white menace detached from his arm, and both Attuned were left tending to their injuries. Ianto's wrist was pissing blood, for a start, and he withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap it tightly around the wound.
It was lucky he'd succeeded, too, in being able to prick the fox with the rose, because he hadn't been focusing on Jigano at all; only his name echoing in his mind drew his attention back. Pale and cold, he glanced down at the bard with a shaky smile, nodding to him. "Aye, that would be me," he said softly. "Feeling better?"
It was lucky he'd succeeded, too, in being able to prick the fox with the rose, because he hadn't been focusing on Jigano at all; only his name echoing in his mind drew his attention back. Pale and cold, he glanced down at the bard with a shaky smile, nodding to him. "Aye, that would be me," he said softly. "Feeling better?"
