Ianto
Ianto didn't want to get any closer, but as Remi stepped forward he certainly wasn't going to let him go alone, his gaze flickering back to the task at hand. He was tense, that much was clear, the reasoning behind it seeming a little more than mere wariness. Luckily enough the alchemist's power seemed to be doing a very fine job indeed of distracting the Wicker Woman, whose tendrils curled about to try and investigate the flowers, even as the tree jerked and flailed suddenly as it was injured.
Thick sap soon began to leak from the wound created by the knife, ready and available for Remi to catch within the jar. "So far so good," Ianto murmured, turning up the collar on his coat and glancing around. It had gotten darker since they had stopped, and he could see the will-o-wisps beginning to bob through the trees.
Thick sap soon began to leak from the wound created by the knife, ready and available for Remi to catch within the jar. "So far so good," Ianto murmured, turning up the collar on his coat and glancing around. It had gotten darker since they had stopped, and he could see the will-o-wisps beginning to bob through the trees.
