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The smell of curative herbs filled the room, but instead of bringing comfort and a feeling of safety, it refreshed Mayetti’s memories of her encounter with the demon. Frustration, humiliation, anger, and fear kept overflowing in her body, and she could hardly hold still lying on her stomach while Gildya’s finest physician saw to her wound.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen an injury like that,” the young woman said with too much fascination for Mayetti’s liking. “How big was the claw? How curled?”
Mayetti groaned, openly expressing her annoyance. The adept was supposed to clean her wound, apply salves, and bandage it up, not consider those tasks scientific research.
“It would help to know if their claws carry poison,” the woman continued as if she hadn’t noticed Mayetti’s reaction. “Ma
