Sybill and Henry had an agreement concerning their relationship and it was one she was perfectly content with. She knew Henry loved her and she loved him. They both had loads of love to give to the world so why not share it with others? 

Sybill met Nigel when he had a hand on Henry’s leg. His demeanor in that entire exchange was lovely. He did seem a gentle person, but Sybill wanted to get to know him. She wanted to talk to him one-on-one. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to discuss all that had happened with Henry, Han, Nigel and herself but she wouldn’t dismiss it. Primarily, she wanted to know Nigel. If he was important to Henry, Sybill had to get to know him, that’s all there was to it. 

While she’d been reluctant to go to the ceilidh, it would give she and Nigel the chance to talk. That’s all she really wanted. He had a friendly face and knew what she was up against. He seemed the right person to turn to.

Somehow she’d managed to find a table and sat, sipping her water through a straw, waiting for him to find her. Her heart was pounding. She knew why she was nervous. She didn’t want anyone to question why on earth Henry would choose her. She knew their relationship and who they were, but to the outside world she knew they didn’t make sense. What if Nigel believed that?

It was with those thoughts that she looked up and saw him walking toward the table. She inhaled sharply, forced a smile and waved him over. “Hi Nigel,” she said softly. “I’m surprised you found me in this mess of people.”