Sybil Crawley

"A bit. I used to collect them. I am no expert, but they interest me. Is there any creature that lives on land more different from man?" He straightened as the small creature took flight, watching as the wind and whatever instinct propelled it took her away. "They are always more interesting in person, up close. One discovers details even the most exacting naturalist ignored. No drawing could capture that color." Only then did he look at Sybil again, his expression turning sheepish. "Desole. I fear I can be... easily distracted."