"just... allow me..." the sigil dims and she sighs, her expression relaxing. "...a moment." she releases her grip on him to rub at her temples. "drastic changes have come, stephen."

"the timeline, it's..." she sighs, the pain in her head lingers softly. "the multiverse is growing, stephen. we will have to prepare for what that means."

she's been monitoring the changes near-constantly.

"no one ever is truly ready." she begins to stand, slowly but surely. "regardless, threats will come. they will not wait on us."

"i'm afraid i don't know." she meets stephen's gaze, her expression uncertain. "my ability to see possible futures has been cut off from me." it is such a strange feeling, to not be able to look as she has. "still... we must prepare for anything."

/ the ancient one would glance at sylvie and instantly be like "oh sweet child come have some tea"

"i suppose it was inevitable..."

we 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 lose our demons . we learn to live 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 them .

not so much anymore, surely.

"good morning. i'm afraid i'll be a bit busy today."

lightly whacks the reader's hand with a fan. "the tea's not done steeping. be patient."

currently catching an intruder in the sanctum... and offering to show them around a little.