"Right," Ianto says, pushing himself up to stand and awkwardly dusting his hands off on his jeans. Trying not to think too hard about bleed risks or yes. Going back to the original concept of gushing that John had implanted in his head.
"Well, I'll. See what I can wrestle out of them, shall I?" he offers, flicking John the quirk of a smile that he doesn't quite feel. He's worried, and he's doing a terrible job of hiding it.
"I'll be back as quick as I can," he promises, and swinging his bag back onto his bag, steps out the door to see what he can find.
Considering the general level of technology available in Dranbu, Ianto's not surprised that they have no idea what the words 'anti-inflammatory' are all about. Reducing pain and swelling on the other hand is more speaking their language. Especially when he informs them that his friend has suffered a nasty bite and might have further injuries they can't see. The apothecaries of Dranbu are all too keen to offer Ianto any number of remedies, ranging from the simple to the more complex and extreme (and expensive, for that matter).
As Ianto finally makes his way back to the room itself, he supposes he should have asked John about his opinion on alternative Nysan medicine. Then again, he supposes given the choice between it or nothing at all, John's bound to be up for something he's brought back with him. Even if it's just the bag of ice he's collected from their host's kitchen on the way back in.
He knocks gently on the door to announce his return before slowly opening it and stepping back inside. "John...?"
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"Well, I'll. See what I can wrestle out of them, shall I?" he offers, flicking John the quirk of a smile that he doesn't quite feel. He's worried, and he's doing a terrible job of hiding it.
"I'll be back as quick as I can," he promises, and swinging his bag back onto his bag, steps out the door to see what he can find.
Considering the general level of technology available in Dranbu, Ianto's not surprised that they have no idea what the words 'anti-inflammatory' are all about. Reducing pain and swelling on the other hand is more speaking their language. Especially when he informs them that his friend has suffered a nasty bite and might have further injuries they can't see. The apothecaries of Dranbu are all too keen to offer Ianto any number of remedies, ranging from the simple to the more complex and extreme (and expensive, for that matter).
As Ianto finally makes his way back to the room itself, he supposes he should have asked John about his opinion on alternative Nysan medicine. Then again, he supposes given the choice between it or nothing at all, John's bound to be up for something he's brought back with him. Even if it's just the bag of ice he's collected from their host's kitchen on the way back in.
He knocks gently on the door to announce his return before slowly opening it and stepping back inside. "John...?"