A bat was a very odd choice for a pet. Just picturing what was happening on the other side of the line when they were on the phone made her grin. Despite Nix being strange, Kara still wanted to meet her. Because when she did, she was going to grill Nix with a lot of questions. She just hoped the woman had answers.<br/><br/>There was a sense of disappointment when Hallbjorn told her that he didn't know much about the djinn. But really, other then knowing what the other half of her was, it didn't change much. They still needed to get to New Orleans, and Kara still looked forward to every bit of the travel with Hallbjorn.<br/><br/>When Hallbjorn reached past her to put his cell on the night stand, she held her breath. She didn't know what she would do if she lost it again. That wasn't true. Kara knew what she would do, or at least, what she'd want to do. She might have felt more sure about it if she knew how Hallbjorn felt, but other then a few instances, he kept his cards close to his heart.<br/><br/>It was on the tip of her tongue to ask Hallbjorn to make a wish, just so she could see if she could grant it. But Kara didn't trust her ability to use her powers. It seemed like an accident waiting to happen. His suggestion on her father being the djinn and her mother the vampire sat well with her. His logic was sound.<br/><br/>“I wish I knew if my father was still alive.” Kara shared with him, then flinched when she realized how she had worded that desire. She had no idea if it worked on her that way, but she'd have to be careful with throwing out the W word.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn's next comment touched Kara's heart. She stood and moved in front of him, so that her eyes were finally level with his. “Hallbjorn.” She smiled softly, then leaned close to him and kissed his cheek. When she pulled back, there was no missing the affection in her eyes. “You are not lame at all. Not even a little bit.”<br/><br/>When he sounded as he just did, like he was unsure of himself, it made Kara want to wrap her arms around him and make him smile. Instead of giving into that urge, she grinned as she grabbed her bag. “You and I will have to do some television watching soon, just to prove it.”<br/><br/>She would have suggested they do so now, but he needed to heal and she was tired after all of the ups and downs they had faced. Kara stole into the bathroom and dug out the only other sleep wear she had, aside from the blood stained pajama set. After changing into her Betty Boop nightshirt, she stepped out of the bathroom.<br/><br/>Luckily there were plenty of night lights in the room, and after making sure all of them were on, she turned off the lights and crawled into her bed. Not knowing if Hallbjorn was already asleep or not, she whispered softly, “Goodnight, Hallbjorn.”<br/><br/>Sleep came quickly, but not peacefully. Dreams of losing Hallbjorn, of the werewolves defeating him had her thrashing in her bed. The temperature in the room dropped drastically, becoming cold enough for her breaths to appear in little puffs of fog. When her nightmare reached a fevered pitch, she called out Hallbjorn's name in her sleep.