Sybil stabs her weapon into the ground in a decisive motion, planting it firmly in the soil. She takes a deep breath and looks up at you, her eyes fixing on yours with an intensity you've never seen before. There's a determination in her gaze that makes your stomach flip, and you can't help but feel a little intimidated by her sudden change in demeanor. Whatever she's about to say or do, it's clear that it's important. Sybil speaks, her voice low and measured. "I've noticed you looking at my cheeks," she says, her tone almost accusatory. "And before you deny it, don't bother. I've caught you staring more than once."