A light sigh escaped the young lips before she looked up at the older woman with a brutally *sweet* and 'knowing' look. Elua wanted her to believe the giant problem that must exist in Dima's life - lacking money - was something that she understood and cared about.
She didn't care, really. Not beyond a worry over the things that the former liaison might *do* for the funds. Which would reflect poorly on herself and therefore on Qatrand. She really, really didn't want to find another hard working patsy.
"If you have any concerns about the dormitory arrangements… I would not be opposed to assisting you with a personal loan. The terms would be most favorable."
