After several centuries of being bound to the Cirque, little bothered Kennet about the situation. He would not think about nor speak of his attempts to escape with anyone as that would give Management information they did not need to have. As always Kennet's facade of a cool shard of ice remained while the flame burned bright inside of him for no one to see. The intense, smokeless flame that was his true form could never be cooled truly, no matter how much magic wrapped around him to bind him.
Mansoon season had been a better choice for the Cirque to give the inhabitants time to breathe after the wounds inflicted by the attack. The tourist numbers stayed low and the patrons coming in to see the shows had been mostly the citizens of the area. While Kennet had made sure his presence would be seen around the grounds more often, that did not mean he stayed out of his trailer entirely.
Kennet held a book in his hand as he answered the door. An exasperated sigh exited his lips but he stepped aside so Aria could enter. Though he had agreed to ten minutes of his time, Kennet knew this had been the reason he had tried to separate himself from any of the employees he had known previously. He did not need to be constantly interrupted or thought that he might be more lenient on them.