Would lead her to Ikari's chosen grove. It was a good ways from Myrkenwood proper, and nontaxable by Ikari's figuring. He had already erected a small hut big enough for him and a few guests by this time. Ikari, not being much of a city-elf had began to find comfort in his solitude, in his pain, and in his sorrow. Despite the dank look of the hut's interior it seemed rather cheerful now, as if a new light had descended upon it.
Ikari opened the door to allow her to set foot within, as he reached inside, pushing the door out of her way he knocked over the near-empty bottle of whiskey he had set at the foot of his cot. However the lack of fluid within the bottle had prevented any from spilling onto the floor, a few remnant sips sloshed around inside. Ikari stepped in before her and hid the bottle against the wall. When he stepped back outside he waved an arm to guide her in.
"Welcome to my... Our new home."

