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"Not much."The healer replied. Kri could feel her heart sink slightly, and she fiddled with her fingers as a way to distract herself. "Why?"
She paused, trying to decide whether or not to trust Rae. "Um." Kri glanced at Finn, who seemed deeply absorbed in carving a piece of wood. "It's kind of a long story. When I was little, I used to have these really horrible nightmares." She knitted her fingers together and stared at them. "And I was convinced that these nightmares were coming true." She could feel her face growing hot. "And everyone would tell me they were just dreams. That they couldn't possibly come true. But when I got older, they got worse. And everything that happened in my nightmares came true. And now..."
She trailed off, rubbing her eyes, before completing her thought, "Now they're the worst they've ever been. So, as a healer... I was hoping you could help me. But if you can't..."
She paused, hoping for Rae not to think she was completely out of it, to offer some sort of help or sage words of advice. Or, deep within her heart, that the healer would just snap her fingers and magically heal her of prophecy. But she knew that couldn't happen. Still, it helped her to get some of the burden off her chest. She hoped Elliot couldn't hear the fear she felt about the dreams coming true.