Titania sighs. She begins to glow as she speaks again.

A child’s pure heart I count as most dear,
Of this ye should be without doubt.
Is it any wonder I kept them near,
When The Dragon lurks without?
Yet I shall not deny thee thine request,
If my bower’s refuge thou doth spurn.
Though they leave ‘gainst the fairies’ behest,
Who from mortals came, to mortals needs return.
With thee goes my aid, Titania’s Gift,
With hopes the coming tides shall shift.

With that, Titania and the band of fairies disappear in a flash of shimmering light. The tree branches surrounding the fountain sway and part, revealing the children slumbering on beds of soft moss. They awaken, and appear entirely unharmed. The party can now exit the forest with the lost children. A small fairy will appear again to guide them down the quickest path.