Esme: ...my father sold me into it.
Esme sighs and stretches
Esme: Yep. For a thousand drachma. Nice to know exactly how much I'm worth to him...
Esme: Aw, thanks but he's really not worth the effort.
Esme: Nah, he's not worth anyone's time...
Esme: Hm...? And why do you care?
She looks at Molten, studying him sidelong, hair partially obscuring her face.
