All previous thoughts fled from Sibyla's mind as the conversation shifted toward the talent that Leland rarely spoke of and never practiced. To even hear him utter it was a surprise to Sibyla and her eyebrows rose. "Necromancy," she repeated, her voice even softer than his when she said it. It was a sensitive topic and the word made Sibyla's stomach twist.
Sibyla had often wondered if Leland's talent might have saved her brother and in worse days, she had blamed him for his death. Even with time between her and the tragic loss, Sibyla couldn't say for certain if there really was any chance but that didn't make the subject any easier to broach. Still, she pushed those feelings aside, painful memories she had avoided thinking about for so long, and concentrated on the present.
"It... it might be plausible," Sibyla conceded cautiously, guardedly. "It's not... it's not a talent I can say I understand fully."