Sibyla took a deep breath, trying to push aside the panic that was rising within her but her success was only marginal and she imagined that the only reason she was even able to stay as calm as she was had more to do with the fact that she was simply too tired to react very strongly than anything else. She was grateful that the server came then with her tea and soup, the distraction welcome. She paid the woman and thanked her, taking a moment to sip the steaming tea. She was able to find some outward calm but there was no hiding the fact that her hand shook as she lifted the teacup to her lips.
"I met a woman in here not too long ago," Sibyla replied, setting the cup down on the table. "I was having breakfast and she wasn't looking well, I tried to help her. It was the strangest thing, though, because she projected her voice into my head but seemed surprised when it happened, as though it wasn't what she intended at all. She might have been a reader since she tried to rebuff my attempts to read her." Perhaps she shouldn't admit to trying to read the other woman with her talent but if she was to figure out what was going on, she would have to be honest. Quite frankly, though, she was feeling far to weary to play any sort of games; the simple truth was all she could muster.