Ianto doesn't mind the fussing so much. Two attractive men holding his face and fussing over him in one evening -- maybe he should get himself beaten up more often. (No, he really shouldn't, he gets himself hurt enough as it is.) At the mention of the ring he at least has the courtesy to give the other man a sheepish look, because he, well. Had forgotten it was an option, really.

He raises an eyebrow at the mention of waking up any bones, but makes no comment, understanding that Jim had been speaking more to himself than not. No protest that he's taking away his drink either, even if he regrets it in turn. He reaches up a hand to hold the ice pack in place, thinking back to try and put the pieces back in place in the best way he can. "They were ready for us," he says. "On the road near the South Outpost. It was an ambush, really. They knew we were coming, and they were. Organized. And they kept us preoccupied with defending ourselves from the attack while their leader made off with the Heart."