Ianto
Gently, Ianto shakes his head - even now the reminder of his snake friend is bittersweet, never knowing wha had become of him. "He just... died." He shrugs his shoulders. "Obviously he didn't just die, but no one found out how." It's relieving for Ianto, too, not to have changed teams, though for him it's just the knowledge that Fiadh is the result of fates aligning and not carelessness that might be repeated at any moment.
The fox's lips part to apologise for what his daughter has decided to do with her quick hands, but to Ianto's surprise, Remi is wonderful with her in a way that he hadn't foreseen. It isn't that he doesn't know that the alchemist is good with children (or can be, anyway), but he always assumed it was because they belonged to Remi. Clearly delighted, Fiadh reaches up for the feather to pat it. "Fire and feather hair. You're a real beastie," she breathes.
As for how Ianto is? The fox grins, tilting his head back to look up at the canopy of trees. "Better, now," he confesses. "It was... yeah. It would be a lie to say I take to parenting naturally, but we manage, she and I. If you're offering, though, I would happily take you up on it."
The fox's lips part to apologise for what his daughter has decided to do with her quick hands, but to Ianto's surprise, Remi is wonderful with her in a way that he hadn't foreseen. It isn't that he doesn't know that the alchemist is good with children (or can be, anyway), but he always assumed it was because they belonged to Remi. Clearly delighted, Fiadh reaches up for the feather to pat it. "Fire and feather hair. You're a real beastie," she breathes.
As for how Ianto is? The fox grins, tilting his head back to look up at the canopy of trees. "Better, now," he confesses. "It was... yeah. It would be a lie to say I take to parenting naturally, but we manage, she and I. If you're offering, though, I would happily take you up on it."
