The breath she takes is a deep one, trying to calm herself and order her thoughts. The kiss has been invigorating, furthering the things she's felt each and every time they've kissed. Yet she's relieved that he pulls back, knowing she would have had to do the same herself in only a few moments more.

"I-" Sybil struggles for what to say. In the end, there's only one thing she can settle on, one thing that is proper. "Perhaps we should say good night?"