Linda watched him, the battle was slipping from Kenneth's grasp and her master brought forth another episode. This one lasting well into the hours of the morning, she sat diligently and tended to him.
"And what will your profession be this time mh?"
Vorain looked up at her, turning away from her accusing gaze and knew how foolish he'd been. There was a coldness to him this time, the return...Violent as it would be in the next while it may taper off sooner than in the past. Linda could feel it, something else was on his mind and he was making plans. "...I know you wish to be free with your designs. To do as you have...but you cannot. The city does not sleep on information like it used too." She warned, coming to his side and brought a hand to his face. "Look at me..." not afraid to tell the creature what was what.
He eyed her critically, before he wet his paling lips and spoke. "A surgeon is a dying profession at best..." he uttered with annoyance. Linda's dark brows came together in a frown, magic was indeed better over the errors that could be made with even the most skilled of hands. "The advantage...You know it. Yes?" He let out a short bark of laughter at that. "And how bored we became..." shadows curled a bit.
"Shepherd...You will have your fun. Quietly...Yes?" She pat his hands, eyeing him a bit. "Become a baker!" She teased, poking his shoulder playfully before he caught her wrist. His gaze burning with something else, he was deciding her life at the moment before letting her go. "Fine then...No jokes." She frowned a bit. "What will you do then?"
Vorain simply smiled, before Kenneth took over, leaving Linda to care for the worn man and to wonder what the Shepherd had decided. It was clear he was going to do something different, perhaps he would settle in to a different routine and more. His quick return ushered in by his greed this time.
