Carefully, and if Jigano would allow it, Ianto would work the fingers of his uninjured hand into the ruff of thick, winter fur around the fox's neck. As a fellow fox, he knew all the best places to scritch, and even with the stinging in his wrist, he got the feeling that Jigano needed the comfort and reassurance more than he did. "The roses, he explained. "Vi grew them at the shrine in the Wildwood for us, to help cure the blight. We're planting them, all of us."
With a soft smile, he tilted his head at Jigano. "So just keep yourself going, okay? This will be over soon. I have faith in Vi, and Rae, and Arduinna as well."
With a soft smile, he tilted his head at Jigano. "So just keep yourself going, okay? This will be over soon. I have faith in Vi, and Rae, and Arduinna as well."
