The day had been boring.

Oh sure, Sybella had been called out to a couple sites where people had been nearly done in by cursed artifacts, but after those were quickly seen to, the day had died down and Sybella actually had time to catch up on some paperwork.

A treat for her, obviously, which she acted accordingly by avoiding it and looking in on some of the work the interns were doing instead. It was only when Sybella was helping one of the younger female intern healers that something - interesting happened. She caught Miss Aylesworthy looking over her shoulder, her cheeks suddenly ablaze and mesmerized, and even before Sybella turned around, she knew there was really only one person who could garner that reaction.

She whipped around, her eye catching the dashing pirate-like figure walking swiftly in her direction and looking equally lost, but of course as if he’d gotten lost on purpose.

“Sylvano!” She had shouted his name before she could stop herself, and got up to march towards him. As she did so, she passed one of the interns who caught her expression and provided a rather perceptive commentary of: “I know that face. That face is not his friend…”