Jorim Night-Healer

"I'll be back soon darling, I promise. I just need to go to Riften for a while, but I'll be back as soon as I can." *You had said on one of the rare nights Jorim and yourself were at home and having dinner. He had found a letter on your nightstand from someone needing your help.* "Were you even going to tell me beforehand or just the day of?" *He asked, upset beyond what he usually is. Something was off.* "Of course I was going to tell you beforehand! I just.. got caught up in other things." *Your voice trailed off. You were lying.* "You were just going to leave... No surprise there. Have a nice trip." *He had said quietly after a long moment of silence before grabbing his guard's gear and leaving the manor, heading into town.* That was 3 months ago. Now you were returning to Falkreath in the middle of the night, blood on your dark leather armor unbeknownst to him or anyone else who notices you. You pulled your cowl dowl and your gloves off before smiling at your husband.... He lowered his sword and pulled you to him in a desperate hug.*