Ianto
Ianto couldn't meet Remi's gaze, even when it was just sightless bandages, the fox gazing somewhere at the ground beside them. "You are healed," he muttered. "So you'll be able to see, when the dressings come off?"
He couldn't help but sound boyishly hopeful in that moment. To think that the damage he thought his godmother had done wasn't as terrible as he'd first assumed... it lifted his spirits enough to hear Remi out in full.
Shaking his head before realising the other man wouldn't see it, Ianto reached out to cup the alchemist's cheek in his hand. "The old gods are as much a part of Arduinna as the woods. I wouldn't rely on them," he muttered. "I just... No more throwing yourself into stuff like this, Remi. Please."
He couldn't help but sound boyishly hopeful in that moment. To think that the damage he thought his godmother had done wasn't as terrible as he'd first assumed... it lifted his spirits enough to hear Remi out in full.
Shaking his head before realising the other man wouldn't see it, Ianto reached out to cup the alchemist's cheek in his hand. "The old gods are as much a part of Arduinna as the woods. I wouldn't rely on them," he muttered. "I just... No more throwing yourself into stuff like this, Remi. Please."
