"Well," Seraphine began, her tone calm and measured as she continued working without looking up, her hands steady as she guided the process with practiced ease, "after I run it through a full set of tests to confirm its effectiveness, I'll treat the patients currently admitted and leave a supply for the pharmacy."
Her voice remained even, almost detached, as though she were discussing something routine rather than something they all depended on. "Once that runs out, you'll pay me for additional production, but for now, everything comes to fifty thousand, and whatever you choose to spend on my accommodation is entirely up to you."
Ravyn exhaled before he even realized he had been holding his breath, relief settling over him as the number registered, because compared to what he had expected, especially after the earlier figure she had thrown at him, it felt almost surprisingly reasonable.
