if you're a doctor then who's driving the car?

Bourbon watched silently as Lucretia paced over the red rock, her mind racing faster than her feet. He wasn’t often very far away from her, and most of the time his presence seemed to calm her. She’d been inconsolable since learning about the Armada’s healer. While he was curious about the wolf he didn’t obsess over the Empire’s health either. He wouldn’t ever tell his mistress, but her well being was his number one priority. He didn’t need to say it though, and Lucretia was likely well aware of his opinion.

He’d grown bolder in her presence, he was no longer timid about giving her his opinion, especially when it came to her health. He said not a word when she treated the wolves below her, but when it came to keeping her healthy Bourbon held nothing back. He had settled a few paces away from where she went back and forth on the path, and he remained still, sphynx like, as he awaited the appearance of the wolf his mistress called.