Sibyll placed the book down at her side, it tumbled off a nearby cushion, her feather bookmark falling out of place. She made no motion to catch the book, and she did not turn to look at it as it made a loud thud as it hit the ground.
"Feel free." She turned her head to look through the small eye piece once again, frowning at the day light on the other side, she then leaned to look out the open window before turning her gaze back to Benjy.
"You are not on the pitch..." The words came out both as a question and as a statement, a hand absently moved to twirl her hair around her finger. "Is something wrong?"