Sibyla laughed unexpectedly, perhaps, but it was a humorless laugh, which caused her to cough a few times before she swallowed a few mouthfuls of tea to quell the cough. "A wizard? When was the last time you saw one of those?" she asked, shaking her head. She wasn't counting on that sort of solution, in any case, at least based on past experience.
When Leland proclaimed the illness curable, Sibyla's feelings were mixed. "I couldn't ask a healer to give up his or her own health in order to cure me," she said without hesitation; as hard as she'd gotten, she could never commit such a crime. The next thought she had came all at once, the words coming out in a shaky whisper. "A reverse of the healing talent."