Where anything and anyone else within that dream at all shifty or uncertain, Galadriel's hold and firm faith in her words would remain rock solid. He needed that; with the way his fears had begun to try and push themselves to the forefront, her presence kept them at bay.

His fingers curled reflexively, bypassing any impulse of unease with pure instinct: Mu were, by nature, in need of connections like these, and their powers were bridges, connecting hearts and minds. It made it unnecessary to speak, because the response was already taken from him in the illusion of an exhale.

Gratitude...and regret. He wished others like him could know her, but being able to have met her himself meant a great deal.

He couldn't be certain of what time passed, if it passed at all in lingering there in her memory, but there came at last an awareness in him, like calm water suddenly disturbed just at the surface. He couldn't stay, no matter how much he wanted to.

"I'll hope, then," he managed to say, moments before his presence began to fade and withdraw. "For whatever happens...for you, too."