Leland's mind was attempting to race, but he was still so tired, so sluggish. He really just needed more rest so he could think this all through better. At least that's what he told himself. Deep down he knew part of it was the fact that now that necromancy had entered the equation, he was ready to pull back, to run and hide. He couldn't imagine having to use his necromancy; he'd managed to avoid it for years, to find reasons and excuses for never having to use it. The last time he'd so much as thought about trying was at Whisper Run. He and Sibyla both knew how well that turned out.
"I'm sorry," he said suddenly. "I think I've been out of bed too long. I need to rest some more before...before I determine the extent to which my talents have been corrupted. I have not yet tried to use my reading either. If it too has been corrupted, it's perfectly safe to assume my necromancy has as well." Leland tried to detach himself from all the emotions that even thinking about necromancy brought up. Sibyla was speaking almost clinically, and he suspected she was doing the same. "If..." he exhaled slowly, "if I can use my necromancy to heal instead of harm, I will. But I need some more rest first."