Swan began to feel a little emotional, knowing that Gale's fated mate would be able to stare directly into his eyes. That woman could see how loving Gale was beneath his blindfold, and she would be the one indulging in his love for the rest of her life.
Swan felt a little bitter knowing she would never be that woman, but she had long accepted the reality and had toughened her heart. She wanted to be useful for Gale until her last breath.
"Don't worry about this dream, Gale. That massacre will not happen this time, because this dream will freeze like this for a while, at least until you wake up," Swan assured.
"R-really? How would you know?"
"Because I'm here, and in this dream—" Swan gently pushed Gale's arms away and hopped off from the tree root. She stood in front of Gale with a proud smile and added, "—I am not a cripple."
