it's not what it looks like
She would have to take his word for it, and Ianto would need to take hers in return. Until this barrier fell (if it would - could - fall, as Roana seemed to suggest was the case), he would remain as in the dark about it as ever.
It was subtle, but a captain with as many years of military experience as Roana would likely notice it anyway; the subtle flinch in Ianto's posture at her question about whether they had hurt him. He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat back up, ruffling a hand through his coppery hair.
"My godmother taught me the ways," he said. "Though even with the balm on our lips I'd prefer not to say her name out loud." Somehow she always seemed to be listening, and he did not think her presence here would be good for Roana.
"I cultivated trust with them over a long period of time," he explained. "I don't think it's impossible, but you'll have your work cut out for you. And I can teach people, yes - the question is whether I'm permitted to."
It was subtle, but a captain with as many years of military experience as Roana would likely notice it anyway; the subtle flinch in Ianto's posture at her question about whether they had hurt him. He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat back up, ruffling a hand through his coppery hair.
"My godmother taught me the ways," he said. "Though even with the balm on our lips I'd prefer not to say her name out loud." Somehow she always seemed to be listening, and he did not think her presence here would be good for Roana.
"I cultivated trust with them over a long period of time," he explained. "I don't think it's impossible, but you'll have your work cut out for you. And I can teach people, yes - the question is whether I'm permitted to."
