About to continue the discussion about the merits of what texts to find – as, at this point, those removed and fable texts might well hold the answers no religion wanted to acknowledge – Sarah's eyes widened as he stood up abruptly. She wasn't certain why he wanted her to step back, but there were two options – he was either sick and thought he'd make her more sick, or he was feeling he might be a danger. The latter had happened before she'd lived here, so much so that he'd locked himself in his room, so it wasn't a stretch. She just didn't buy the assertion, not with him.
"Gabriel, are you okay?" she asked, sliding off the desk but otherwise standing her ground. He was a good friend, she wasn't going to retreat. "Maybe you should sit back down. Do you feel sick, or just funny?"