Ianto may have slightly lesser noble intentions in following the summons here. Alone. Without John in tow. That is, if he could ever make it here. The forest seems to other ideas in mind for him. Which is ironic, because it seems to be leading him everywhere he needs but where he would like to go. He has something of an idea that it's because he doesn't really want to be headed here at all. But that's neither here nor there.

All of this walking is beginning to get exhausting and Ianto's starting to get 1) tired and 2) lonely. Which is of course when he happens upon TJ and her tree. Her napping tree. Ianto has to resist rolling his eyes in response to the idea of it. Not because he doesn't believe that he'd both wanted the company and also that the tree isn't comfortable for napping in, but at the situation as a whole.

"Well," he remarks, quirking something of a smile at her. "You do look comfortable."