"Well then I assume the fairies kidnap you," John assures Ianto. "But don't worry, I'll come rescue you."

He tugs Ianto along further into the forest, eyes skipping around the area curiously. It's all brightly coloured, covered in strange plants that John doesn't recognise at all. It's beautiful, in a haunting, menacing sort of way. This had always been something that fascinated him, though, when you walked through a place so distinctly alien, somewhere that reminds you how far you are from home. He slows a little and lets his eyes drag up a large tree, stares at the forest canopy for a long moment.

"Pretty cool," he murmurs finally. Everything feels so colourful, like someone took the whole place and ramped the saturation way up.