Miku closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears at the comfort of her father's warm embrace. She went suddenly rigid at his next words. "A... A cure?" she asked feebly. She'd been longing for such a thing so deeply and for so long that it seemed almost impossible. And if father said it was true, she knew it just had to be.<br/><br/>Miku wondered briefly just how high this price was. She knew they were a fairly well-off family. That much was obvious: they had a maid, they'd redone the house so it was all easily accessible to her, and they had a wonderful garden with imported flowers. It seemed obvious to her that they had a good amount of money. If such a treatment really existed, and father was willing to pay for it... Miku was starting to feel hope that she would walk again.<br/><br/>Miku smiled slightly. It was good to know her father didn't think ill of her for being such a greedy child. But it was true. She'd really been nowhere except for the house and the gardens, practically since they moved here. The world of books was vast and amazing, but she still longed for more. She was such a horrid, greedy child.