Ignoring their comments about the ale, Sybil kept her face emotionless.  As far as she was concerned, they didn't need to be drinking—they needed to keep their minds clear for when they went into battle.  Not that she thought she needed any of them anyway as she was confident in her abilities that, if needed, she could do this herself.  Her fire was more than any of them could do.  Still, it was the principal of the thing; she didn't want a bunch of drunks at her back.

Taking the drink offered to her by Fanon, she stared at it.  Rarely did she drink and, other than the time at the tavern with Dalious, when she did it was a glass of the finest wine aged by the elves.  There was no comparison.  Setting it down, she did not drink it.  At least one person on the ship needed to remain sober.  

Standing off to the side as the crew celebrated—well, she did not know what they were celebrating as the job hadn't been completed yet—her attention shifted to Dalious when he approached her.  “We didn't?” she asked.  In her mind the dance was finished the moment he spun her into another man's arms and walked out the door to the tavern.  The woman arched a brow as he took her hand, but said nothing as he pulled her closer.  She supposed if he wanted a dance, it would not be the end of the world.

“I would have been more surprised if you hadn't remembered me,” she confessed.  Though it had been years since she'd been in Arthenway, she was still wanted there—dead or alive.  “I would have set both you and your ship on fire had you not.”  There wasn't the slightest hint of a joke in her voice.  She could not forget the young man that had saved her life back then and had he forgotten her, she would have made sure he wouldn't have forgotten again even if it left a negative impression.  

A small smile on her face as he mentioned the elves, Sybil gave a nod.  “I am,” she replied.  Happier than she had ever been in back in Arthenway.  Their teachings, while difficult, were fun instead of the arduous punishments her mother trained her for to expand her mind.  “I've learned so much with them.”  And, of course, there was Everndall himself that often brought a smile to her face.  “And the king has been a dear friend to me.”  The best thing she had ever done was agree to go with the elves.

“What of you?” she asked curiously.  “Are you happy?  On your ship and with your crew?”