She was alright, she said, but she didn't look it. Ezra's eyes flitted to the candles as she lit them but then he looked back to her and watched her start to pace. None of this made sense. She was being a little uncharitable, too, by saying he wouldn't have responded to a letter. If he'd gotten the sense that there was something important going on surely he would have responded. If she'd been able to convey the sort of frantic energy she was currently displaying, at any rate. She had certainly gotten his attention, showing up in his room like this, and even though they'd argued at Halloween he found it impossible to be angry at her right now — he was far too focused on trying to figure out what was happening to even consider being angry.

A diviner's parlor? Ezra blinked, then sighed. "Oh." Presumably she was here because of some prediction for the future, then. This made a bit of sense, he supposed. Ezra didn't go to diviners, because he already knew what they would tell him. He could imagine what they would have told her, if she'd been asking any questions about him. He didn't know why she would bother asking questions about him in the first place, but presuming she had, there was nothing very positive they could have said.

"If you're going to tell me I'll go mad someday, I'd already assumed," he said glumly.

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