Tilda could easily understand Noble's desire for a more flexible schedule. While they did usually have a set schedule for the hospitals, ultimately they were at the mercy of their patients; at least for Tilda. If one of her patients needed something on one of her days off, Tilda dropped whatever she was doing and headed into work to administer whatever they needed. It wasn't the most reliable schedule, especially if one's patient was terminal or needed more attentive care. But knowing that he thought he might be searching for something more piqued her interest.

She'd always wondered what it would be like to have followed in her mother's path, concentrating her client base and not being at the hospital so much. Or potentially cutting out both and being even more independent. But while Tilda was very much someone who gained energy from being around people (not necessarily talking to them), the hospital was a good place to be. It tired her out in the beginning to the point where she herself had questioned if she'd chosen the right path. But ultimately, she felt content with the pace things went at.

"What makes you think you haven't made the right choice?" She asked with a slight furrow in her brows. She'd always thought of Noble as a great deal more content in his current position as a potioneer. Plus, with a family as large as his, she thought it might afford him more free time to spend with them, which Tilda herself could more than understand having come from a family with as large an extension as hers did.

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