Sybil Crawley

“Here there are barriers that I let myself forget.” Combeferre exhaled softly. There were things of which he would rather not speak, but if they were to be blessed with so few opportunities to see each other in private, when else could he do it? “Sybil, if we are to find ourselves here permanently, I fear our situation becomes… precarious. I do not wish to lose you.” The last he added swiftly, almost stumbling over his words.