Sibyla could do nothing but nod weakly at Leland's words, knowing all too well that as ill as he was, it would do him no good to stay out of bed. Besides, the encounter had only grown increasingly uncomfortable and there really wasn't anything more than could be done or resolved in their current state.
"Good luck," she said simply, still attempting to keep herself detached from the topic of conversation so that she didn't begin to get emotional. "I hope you feel better," she added, and she meant it despite everything. She should be getting back to bed, as well, she thought, but she'd finish her tea and soup first.