Everendall was not thrilled with Sybil's decision and his response to her informing him of her departure was met with a resounding no.  After telling him this was not his decision, a statement that had him balking at her audacity, he eventually realized there was nothing he could do to stop her and solemnly lowered himself back down onto the throne.  “I will come with you then,” he declared.  It had been many years since he'd picked up a blade, but his magics were devastating enough in their own right.  

Sybil shook her head in protest.  “The kingdom needs you,” she said.  He had obligations here he needed to tend to—the city needed him and he had duties to perform and other wars to fight.  The hellmouths, while a serious matter that needed to be tended to, could be handled by the monster hunters—even if he was not as convinced as she was of their capability.  

It was an argument that would have lasted longer if not for the sound of alarms alerting the kingdom of the encroaching danger.  Immediately stepping in front of the king, Sybil's hands glowed with flames spouting from each of them as she moved between him and the large double doors to the throne room.  Not allowing this, his own hands shimmered in a bright white light and he stepped out from behind her falling instead by her side.  This act of equality did not last long as his servants and those working at the palace stepped in to interfere, urging him of the importance that he leave.  The king scowled; he did not appreciate being told what to do, even if it was for his own safety and the better of the kingdom—the latter thought the one finally convincing him to leave along with them.

Prepared to stay and battle the vampires, her strength in fire magic beneficial to the fight against them, she stared at Dalious with an incredulous look on her face as he tried to convince her to leave as well.  Prepared to argue with him, she was not expecting the kiss to the cheek which took her by surprise and the flames in her hand extinguished as she brought a hand to her cheek.  It was the most inopportune time for her to get flustered and she cursed him for the dirty trick he played in distracting her.  

“You better not take that long,” she said.  Turning to follow the others out of the secret passage way, she hesitated for a moment before casting an enchantment on his blades to erupt them in flame—it would not last long, but it would help for a time.  It was all she could do before she left and with a nod to show that they would be waiting for him down by the river, she took off through the passage to help make sure the royal family remained alive.