“You were,” he agrees, “though for what it’s worth, I’m grateful for it. I shouldn’t have liked to have to spend the night up there. I can’t imagine they would have left if their own accord and even if by some miracle they did, I can’t imagine I would have gotten myself down from there without breaking a leg either, so. Thank you.”
Dried packets of something hardly sound appealing so Ianto determines he’s going to find something better. It’s been hours since he’s eaten either, not that he particularly feels hungry himself in the face of John’s injury but. They should both eat something, he silently agrees, and pushes himself up to stand.
“Right,” he says aloud. “I’ll just. Pop out again to see what I can find us. Wouldn’t want you fainting on me because I’ve neglected you, yeah?” He flicks the other man another half-hearted smile before reaching to shoulder his pack again. “I’m thinking I can do better than dehydrated rations.” Even if it is something simple and light.
In fact, the food of Dranbu is oddly varied, catering to its animal-like citizens. Ianto doubts anything resembling undercooked meat would appeal to either of them just now so he patrons the other section of the city. Being mindful not to be gone for too long, he meanders his way over to secure two portions of some savory broth he spots nearby, the liquid bright and flavorful and peppered with various vegetables and spices from the area. Grabbing that and a chunk of bread, he hurries his way back to their little room. Balancing both mugs of the soup in one hand as he fights the door open with the other.
“Success,” he announces, the smell of the soup wafting in his wake as he shuts the door behind him with his foot.
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“You were,” he agrees, “though for what it’s worth, I’m grateful for it. I shouldn’t have liked to have to spend the night up there. I can’t imagine they would have left if their own accord and even if by some miracle they did, I can’t imagine I would have gotten myself down from there without breaking a leg either, so. Thank you.”
Dried packets of something hardly sound appealing so Ianto determines he’s going to find something better. It’s been hours since he’s eaten either, not that he particularly feels hungry himself in the face of John’s injury but. They should both eat something, he silently agrees, and pushes himself up to stand.
“Right,” he says aloud. “I’ll just. Pop out again to see what I can find us. Wouldn’t want you fainting on me because I’ve neglected you, yeah?” He flicks the other man another half-hearted smile before reaching to shoulder his pack again. “I’m thinking I can do better than dehydrated rations.” Even if it is something simple and light.
In fact, the food of Dranbu is oddly varied, catering to its animal-like citizens. Ianto doubts anything resembling undercooked meat would appeal to either of them just now so he patrons the other section of the city. Being mindful not to be gone for too long, he meanders his way over to secure two portions of some savory broth he spots nearby, the liquid bright and flavorful and peppered with various vegetables and spices from the area. Grabbing that and a chunk of bread, he hurries his way back to their little room. Balancing both mugs of the soup in one hand as he fights the door open with the other.
“Success,” he announces, the smell of the soup wafting in his wake as he shuts the door behind him with his foot.