IANTO
sometimes love can kill a man
Juniper got lucky, and there was no one currently occupying the healer’s time. That meant the Fae - an older woman with a soft countenance that could become hard as steel in moments - was free to accept the strange duo bursting into her place of business. On her feet to receive Juniper thrusting the scarf covered bird out at her, she blinked and listened carefully, before gesturing to a bunk behind her.
”Put him there,” she instructed. ”What kind of arrow was it? Have you done anything to try and treat it so far?”
Ianto chirped at the two of them as if to add his two cents, though of course he was in no position to explain or do much more than wait to be put down, so he could try his best to shift back.
”Put him there,” she instructed. ”What kind of arrow was it? Have you done anything to try and treat it so far?”
Ianto chirped at the two of them as if to add his two cents, though of course he was in no position to explain or do much more than wait to be put down, so he could try his best to shift back.
