Sibyla frowned as Everil's hand began to shake, first a bit, then more forcibly. Her eyes widened in alarm as she gripped the table with an alarming ferocity that caused her to set her fork down on the table. There was a distant look, as though Everil were lost in something only she could see. Whatever it was, it left her with a look of pure horror.
"I should get you a Healer," Sibyla said, biting her lip with genuine concern. She wasn't sure what had just transpired but the combination of things taking place was enough to make her feel as though something were amiss. "There's a Healer staying here, he's a good sort. I can send for him." Bringing Leland into the picture was probably the last thing Sibyla wanted but Everil clearly needed assistance and she knew Leland was skilled and reliable, not the sort to take advantage of her.