"Why are you still being so indecisive? Didn't we just agree you'd stop being so formal with me?" Lirael snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation.
Eldric hurried to explain, "But opening a clinic requires a small fortune! If it were just a minor favor, I wouldn't hesitate to ask. But this involves substantial funds—how could I accept so casually?"
Lirael shot him a glare, exasperated. "Are you being deliberately obtuse? What seems like a fortune to you is barely noticeable to me. Don't you understand? For people like us, money's just figures in an account!"
"Listen—when you practice medicine, you'll encounter all types of patients. Some can't afford basic treatment, while others could pay for care ten times over. If you cure the wealthy ones, they'll show substantial appreciation. Wou
