"What would I even get out of this?" Freta asked, her voice carrying a mix of skepticism and mild annoyance, like she had already gone over this question in her head more than once. She shifted slightly in her seat, her gaze drifting off for a moment before returning to Myrcella. "I'm not even sure the right amount of money would make this kind of job worth it. It's not exactly something as easy as teaching, you know?" she added.
Myrcella didn't react immediately. "I understand," she said at last. "Then how about a personal facility? One that allows you to continue your experimentations without restrictions."
That single sentence shifted something in the air.
Freta's attention snapped back almost instantly. She turned her body fully toward Myrcella this time, no longer half-distracted. Her feet, which had been lazily propped up before, came down to the floor with a soft thud. She leaned forward, resting her elbow against her legs, her posture now openly engaged.
