Sibyla considered what Leland was saying, thinking back on when she had used her Talents in the past several days. She hadn't used them on any of her jobs right before she got sick and once she did, she had been too weak to considering using them. "I just tried once," she replied slowly, taking her spoon so she could have some of her soup. "After I met the woman, I mean. When I was ill, I was feverish and cold. I tried to start a fire but instead of flames, I could only produce ice. I have never even heard of that happening before..." She had lowered her voice without realizing she had done so because it was rather embarrassing to confess that her own talent had failed her.
She stopped speaking, at a loss for words. What else could she even say? She had been too afraid to try any of her other talents after that. A bit of ice in the fireplace was a nuisance but certainly not harmful to anyone but she wasn't sure what would happen if her reading or traveling talents went awry and she was too cautious to try them out, especially now that she understood how serious this illness could potentially be. It was funny, though, how the desire to use those talents rose like an itch to an unreachable spot. She desperately wanted to read Leland, to know what he was thinking truly, and she had to fight the temptation, knowing it couldn't possibly end well for either of them.