Travelling back to the safe haven in the middle of the dark forest of the south, the human voyagers collapse on the ground along with the tired and exhausted others.
Gerald and Jane, though having an impeccable difference in energies, tried their best to help the people and the royal witches and wizards with food, water and care. Ronald was knocked out long before he could even gaze his surroundings.
"All of them need some rest. I'll guard the perimeter."
"But Gerald—"
"Do as I say, Jane. Your body needs a decent sleep. Get into his arms, or whatever, I don't know." Jane wasn't supposed to giggle at that. It was obvious that her cousin was never in love and he swore he will not because it is a stupid thing anyway. Fortunately or unfortunately, Gerald didn't face luck of being blessed with a mate. Not until now.