Even though it was only marginally closer than before, Sibyl noticed that as well as the new placement of his hands. She covered the brief moment of nerves with a small laugh that was meant as a response to the well being of his toes.

Sibyl nodded. "Of course I am. And," she briefly moved a hand from around his neck to give him a light poke in the shoulder to emphasize her point before replacing it, "The night is still young."