For a moment Galina’s eyes fixed on the solicitor's, searching them for his actual price, but she did not push it. “Thank you, Mr. Echelon-Arnost.” She said instead.

She was more than ready to leave, she had been ready from the moment the auror’s had sprung their trap, but at last she had her freedom. A freedom she knew she should use to run as far away from this world as possible, but she wouldn’t. There was a dream that had lingered and solidified as she wasted away in here, a dream that was worth putting her life at risk for, a dream that she couldn’t run away from. “I am.”