A blank blink is given at the mention of a hunt. A cant of the head, even, in consideration at the mere thought of such a thing. A roll of the shoulders is given, "Perhaps." Is the most that's given, in that breath, eyes shifting from Wald, and towards the tent itself, in a moment of curiosity, "The time of year is lethal for such ventures. I'll need some assurance I won't simply become... Well. Like those I treat." Sibyl says, eyes returning to Wald, "The tent may be good for yourself, but between you, I, and the animals, it could prove to be quite a bit of an endgame. At least, during the season of Cylus."
A nod of the head, however, is given, once the matter is confirmed. A relieved sigh escapes Sibyl's lips as the eyes shift towards the entrance flaps of the tent, where the animals were nudged out from, "Very well. Bring whichever you feel is most fit for the task. ... The Academy is quite the distance away from where we must go." Steps are taken, slowly, to the slit in the wall that serves as the entrance. Yet not fully leaving. Seemingly waiting on Wald to finalize his decision and follow the Student back to the Citadel of Viden itself.