Arwen follows Galadriel into the room, wondering if she should know the significance of his name. She blinks at first at the plants lining the room. It seems a brilliant idea. Noticing the man that must be Lakare, Arwen gives him a little bow in greeting.

"Yes, though the pleasure is all mine," she smiles, again trying to gauge his identity. He seems human by all measures, but he must not be one. "My grandmother has told me of your good will in assisting us."