There were very few people River trusted to walk the path of her mind, very few she trusted to be able to dance across the fields of dead birds and broken glass. Somehow, in her brief time knowing him, Daemon Sadi had become one of those people. Despite the tube that was inserted in her arm, her expression faded to a peaceful one. She trusted his hand, and she trusted the visions that he made her see.

A forest, a misty wood where unicorns or devils pranced about depending on its mood, slowly faded away to the clear, mountain scene. The lake, the pebbles. In this mystical landscape, dream mingled with reality, and River bent down from the waist, flexibility of a dancer allowing her face to nearly touch the ground without need for hands to brace herself. The pebbles, the smooth rocks...

"I could be a stone here," she murmured in reality. "I could be a stone here, and I could be smooth. And I could be a part of it. And there wouldn't be so much broken glass. But he needs to be... He needs to be alright."