Sybilla was becoming quite taken with Laure the longer she spent time with the young woman. She could understand exactly why and how Henry had fallen in love with her- she was unlike the other women of the day and age. Her disposition was both that of a woman far in the past and far in the future, where they knew of their own self and allowed no one to govern over them. The young Missus Sturges was a tenacious woman, even in her delicate condition and Sybilla saw that often from her. She refused to be waited on hand and foot, refused to spend all of her day lying in bed getting fat and she often refused to listen to her husband when he was in a mood to boss her around- something that Sybilla herself loved to watch.

The house was a place of warmth with Laure held within its walls, for she exuded her own light and love in both her actions and words, but most importantly her laughter.

"I must admit that when I first met you, I thought it was simple vanity that drew Henry to you- he always was a very intensely vain creature," Sybilla said one afternoon as she watched Laure writing in the journal that never left her side- she was now writing down every moment of importance in her life, lest she forget it in the aftermath. "But after all this time of knowing you, I understand why he chose you. And yes, your blood may have played a factor, but Laure, you radiate this feeling of utter… love. It is something that makes people gravitate towards you and it gives a sense of utter completeness; it is just you. As well, you are wholly immersed in the world around you and most unlike the vapid creatures of this time- I could not imagine spending my own eternity with any person of such a temperament. Henry should be glad he found you before I did, Missus…"

Henry gave his 'cousin' his arm as they strolled through the town, going to a dining house for lunch to allow Laure the rest she seemed to need more and more as of late.

"So Sybilla, should we finally discuss why you have come to stay as long as you have? What is in England that I should be worried about, being as I am moving my wife and young child overseas within the next four months," Henry questioned after they had ordered their meal- she had been very elusive with answering any questions about the state of life abroad and now he had finally confronted her.

She poured herself a glass of wine and looked at Henry, searching his gaze before speaking. "Henry dear, do you remember all of the many leads we hunted down in regards to our lineage and being," Sybilla asked slowly, knowing the look of confirmation in her former companion's eyes. "Well, I believe that he has been found in England and that your Thomas is one of his followers. His name is Adam… as in the first man, created by the hands of God himself, Adam." Henry smirked before seeing the serious look in her eyes, Sybilla's gaze even with his, "You know that I would not have made the journey all the way from England to tell you this if I were not almost completely sure it were not so."

Henry swallowed and put down his wine, leaning forward to speak to her more candidly. "How is Adam in any way connected with vampires if we are supposedly of the Devil's creation," he questioned inquisitively, the woman before him allowing herself to relax in her seat.

"Because of the original sin, Henry. This life is not a curse, brother- it is simple punish"

Sybilla stared into his eyes and he nodded, moving to look out at the day, "Then that changes everything." Henry allowed this new information to adjust what he had known before and came to the conclusion that such a thing as the original sin could have very well damned their kind- created their kind from what had been such a grievous happening. "It makes sense, does it not," Sybilla inquired quietly as their food was brought out.

"I suppose it does… but what does this Adam have to do with you," the male asked, looking at his companion. She smiled and gestured to Henry, turning the question on him. "Me? He has absolutely nothing to me, but you- Henry, you have never wanted for recognition or adoration or power. You always wanted to know: to know more and to know better. If the very first of our kind still walks, he holds all this knowledge of why and how and who and when and where- everything you have ever wanted to know about yourself. I felt, as someone who understands you well, that it was my job to give you that avenue to explore. After all, you are quite ignorant really." The two shared a smirk and a glance, Henry allowing himself to consider that possibility.

"So if Laure and I go to England, should you want to come with us Sybilla? You have, after all, made yourself quite comfortable in my home," Henry said pointedly over his soup, the woman smirking as she looked out of the window at the bustling townspeople. "You know very well that I have no home here, no mate, no friend other than you," Sybilla murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. "As a woman out of my time and out of the norm of what a lady should be, I am on my own. But as you have known, this life gets lonely and I crave… love. I did not plan to stay this long, but around you and Laure, I find myself more at peace than I have ever felt. You are an ass and I cannot stand you, but I love your wife almost as if she was the sister I lost to time so long ago. I love the baby growing within her womb and what it symbolizes in the fact that two people so vastly different can be united in love. You are my family and she is your family- forgive me for understanding that it is such a precious thing." Henry shook his head and conceded, looking at her evenly, "There is no trespass to forgive. I am afraid to say that your presence is much needed at this conjunction in our lives- you are much more intelligible when it comes to our kind and you are a woman, someone that Laure needs most in these precious months. And you are a friend as well, which is a position that can never go unfilled. So welcome to the family Sybilla- I expect you will be more agreeable now than in years past."

The female vampire smiled before looking at Henry, a jesting twinkle in her eyes.

"Does that mean I can keep my arms this time?"