What? Money? Erato looked up at Hybris in confusion and fear. The cut on her shoulder was stinging, having opened up with her struggling. "I don't know, some?" She honestly didn't know exactly. She wasn't very fiscally minded, and she employed an accountant to do all the boring stuff for her. She had enough to live the life she wanted to live, and that was what mattered. A steady supply of floaty floral dresses and pink macarons to snack on was all she asked for. But Hybris looked like she wanted an answer, so she hazarded a guess. Oh boy it was getting warm in here. "Like, ten thousand?"