[ Rinoa shakes her head. Time doesn't really exist here, so it's not like she can give him a specific measure, but... all the time! But it seems like Cloud is just as bad as Squall, with his idea of everything needing to require some form of currency...

Her pout deepens. ]

All the time, actually... You know, if magic worked here I'd have healed that sting you got when we first met!

[ She knows she won't convince him that easily, though. ]

What do you want, then? Name your price, Mister Mercenary.