It seemed, for the most part, that Sibyl was fine. Her breathing had fallen into a relaxed pace since she passed out. Her hand and one leg was a little wet due to the spilled water but the girl seemed fine.

The only noise she made as she was carried upstairs was a small whimper, though she'd never remember she made it. She'd be lucky if she didn't remember anything at all, including what was written on the paper in Bekka's notepad.