Morena did not stop practicing.
Stopping was not an option. Fear could make someone cautious, it could even make someone clever, but if she let it slow her down too much, then all it would really do was leave her weaker than the others around her.
So she adjusted instead.
From that night onward, she cut off any meditation that went too late into the evening. She grew more cautious to avoid finding trouble; no longer trying to sense beyond herself in the later hours of the day, and absolutely not going outside.
If something beneath the Tower reacted more strongly at night, then she would not give it that chance again. At least not until she understood what it was.
The dreams faded shortly after that.
Not entirely, but enough that she could sleep without waking up in the middle of the night in cold sweat. The feeling of being watched never fully disappeared, either, but it dulled until she could think around it.
More importantly, her Matrix continued to form.
