Unimaginative, Oh what boredom produces...

Shrugging a little, Layl turned her attention away from her sketch to Julius for a moment. "Well, healing can be selfish and beneficial, so it makes sense for it to be sought after. You can either be in it mainly for the ability to others, or you can be in it to get a better reputation, or money. I won't say I'm not a mix of both really, because that's just a down-right lie. But for me, I guess the accompanying reputation and money is more off to the side. Not to say the desire for those things isn't still there. I'm not perfect."
She turned her head back to her castle, and began on one of the next towers. Her hand, while making it's long, slightly curved strokes, seemed to move without stop. Before she realized it, she had completed all the main towers, and was then working on the keep.
In her drawing, she was sure to add the little glass flag atop it. Everything but the gate in the front was done, with she would add after one final....
She drew a human head resting on one of the towers, to arms underneath it, as if looking out into the sky from their spot. Drawing long, tumbling curls over both the head and shoulders, Layl finished her added person, and smiled.
"Almost. I just need to draw the gates....

((Heh... delete? So I can get on the right account. Sowwy!))

((eh, don't worry about accountness. ^^))
'Money?' Julius thought to himself at her explanation, raising an eyebrow. Healing never seemed to seek much of a profit, to him. Maybe if you did it specifically to get money. Never seemed like a profession with much money in it. Then, most of his business ventures didn't seem like they'd be particularly profitable, and he was doing rather well.

"Heh, yeah, well, you can't live off of happy feelings and gratitude.... Everyone has to make at least enough money to live off of," he said vaguely to her comment, shrugging. Anyone who refused money just because they wanted it to be a 'good deed' either had enough money it didn't matter or needed to evaluate how much use they'd be if they ended up starving in the streets. "And besides, no one's perfect.... I'd be a bit worried if you were," he added with a slight smile to her end sentence.

The fire master glanced over when she said she was almost done, curious to see how the picture came out. It seemed like quite a bit of work to do, having to build it then draw it. It would be easier if there was an easier way to do it.... maybe someday, who knew.