"It likely will be, yes, I'm afraid. But, as the therapy would be aimed at your genetic code, and the child has a different one, the harm it could cause would be, most likely, fatal." She handed over a list of options and prices, rough estimates only, depending on how complete she wanted the therapy to be. At the cheapest, it would run as much as her apartment's rent for a year, but would require repeat treatments in a few years, and the most expensive would be well outside what she could afford; Milia likely could, but not Ivy, not unless one of the jobs turned into a big pay day.<br/><br/>The doctor blinked in surprise, and blushed. "I, well... thank you," she said, looking a bit flustered. "You're... very pretty as well," she said.