Ianto glances around before selecting what he hopes is the straightest branch available, before reaching out and breaking it off at the end. Sorry, tree. He breaks off the other end as well, so there aren’t any leaves to have to contend with either before he glances back over at John again.

And winces as he watches him trying to wash out the wound again. Obviously he’s still able to feel it pretty well. Hell, Ianto can practically feel it just looking at it.

“You can have more if that’s too light,” he says, frowning at the other man as he crosses back over to him and sets his stick down by his pack before resting a (gloved) hand tentatively on the other man’s knee. “It’s supposed to work fairly fast, but that’s hardly a comfort it it hasn’t started working now, is it?”