Sybil Crawley

Henri licked his lips, gaze flickering from the device to Sybil. He had heard of these tests, even understood the principle behind them, but before now he had had no reason to learn how they displayed the result. Nevertheless, he found the look on Sybil’s face easy to read, and a similar wash of pain and surprising disappointment went through him as well. “Then you are not…?” he began, only managing half the question.