"Hey! Sibby! Little big sister!"

Sibyl didn't react, save for the throbbing vein on her forehead.

"Siiiibby!" Signourney slapped Sibyl hard on the back, jolting her upright. "Don't you miss your favourite sister? We haven't talked in so long!"

Sibyl reflexively pulled her food closer to her chest and sighed. "Oh, I hadn't noticed at all! But now you mention it, I have been feeling a distinct lack of hatred recently. Perhaps it could be something to do with your and a certain other someone's absense lately!"

"Aww, you did miss your big little sister!", Signourney replied. She knelt down and rested her elbow on Sibyl's head. "You haven't grown a bit!"

"And you haven't grown up a bit!" Sibyl wrenched her sister's arm away and scowled. "Gods, you're just as much of a prat as you used to be! Did you literally come here just to annoy me?"

"Pfff, whatever, little big sister. We were worried about you, you know? Well, Helena was worried. You're a big sister, you should know they worry! You left the academy and joined some mercenaries completely out of nowhere!"

"Ugh." Sibyl turned back to her meal. "I don't care what she thinks, I know she doesn't believe I can handle myself. And what about you? First you join the army and now this, where's the fawning and the fake sympathy for you?"

"It's not "fake", you grumpy git. And please, I'm a warrior!" Signourney grabbed a knife from Sibyl's table and spun it between her fingers. "Nobody has to worry about me. I'm not a little girl with a staff!"

Sibyl clenched her fists and groaned. "Healing is much more difficult than flying on a pegasus or whatever. It's not just pulling arrows out and stitching idiots back together. I've watched people die, and I've looked them in the eyes and had to tell them everything is okay while they do it. It's different on the battlefield, I bet Big Sister's never healed anyone outside of a cushy church or an Academy classroom."

Sigourney shrugged. "Ehhh. If you're watching people die then maybe you're just not very good! Killing fools is my job. I do the cooking and you wash up, so to speak! And if flying is so easy then how come you can't do it?"

Sibyl shot her a death glare and she realised she may have overstepped.

"Eh, whatever. It's been fun, big sister, but I have to ride." She gave Sibyl a little flick on the ear and turned to leave. "Later!"

Sibyl grabbed her bowl and was prepared to throw it until she caught the eyes of another merc. She slammed the bowl back onto the table and rolled her head back.

"Stupid bloody smug prat..." She mumbled under her breath. "So bloody full of herself. It can't be that hard, riding a pegasus. Maybe if I can get someone to teach me..."