So much for rest, Ezra felt bad that marking me knocked me out. I don’t have the heart to tell him it will also be forcing my shift.
We watched the hours tick by, it's amazing how long a minute can feel when you're waiting for something. Every minute passing by raises my anxiety and Kora is not helping, only scaring me more.
I tried asking her about the visions, but she only said we would keep having them, that she couldn't control them, and that they are brought on by change and by the Moon.
Not even she understands the dreams. She couldn't make sense of them either, yet she said they felt familiar to her.
"I'm really sorry Kat, if I had known it would cause you to pass out, I would have waited like you wanted," Ezra apologizes. We have been sitting in the room for hours now, the sile
