Erisia looked up at Seliora and said, "Giving this to me—isn't it a little too much?"
Seliora laughed softly, then shook her head. "Trust me, this is nothing. If I could do more, I would. You only have to say the word, and I'll help you however I can. Though…" Her eyes glinted with quiet amusement. "I suspect you're not the type to accept support from others."
"If I accept this, then I'll be owing you—and I don't know how I'd ever repay the favor." She said, matter-of-factly.
"It's not a favor. You don't have to repay anything. See it as something you earned yourself—something you deserve. And besides," Seliora added with a small, knowing smile, "I don't think there's anything you could possibly do for me, so forget about it."
Rita, who had been eating while eavesdropping, muttered under her breath, "Real classy way of saying, 'I have everything and you have nothing, so there's nothing you can give me.'"
Both Erisia and Seliora turned to her—Erisia exasperated, Seliora amused.
