Sibyla recognized the gravity in Leland's words, as well as how difficult it was for him to say them. She also felt a rush of fear at the thought of a healer's talent gone wrong. Her face was already pale but if it were possible, it went even paler at the thought. Not only was it frightening because of her own predicament, but it was frightening because she knew Leland and how much of his identity was wrapped in his ability to heal people.
"I'm sorry," she said simply, keeping herself polite and detached as she was able despite the illness. She wasn't going to get emotional, though, not with Leland, not when they were vulnerable with illness and nerves.
It was easier to shift her attention to his analysis, astute despite his weariness. "It seems likely," Sibyla agreed. "However, where is a magical cure to be found? Talents won't do it, it must be beyond anything I've encountered." Her voice was low, thoughtful. "There must be something. If not, we're..." she trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.