Kaya’s pov
I imagined the healers to be elderly, wrinkly, robe-clad men and women with long white hair. However, it turned out that they were young, highly knowledgeable medical professionals. My blood was drawn for analysis. I wanted to say no because I was sick of drawing blood. But I was at a loss for words when it came to turning down Helena's request. Every time they took my blood for testing in the city, they would insist on taking more, saying the amount they took was insufficient. I pressed the nurses to tell me what was happening after multiple futile attempts to investigate and multiple needle pricks. In the end, they informed me they failed to deduce anything from the tests. My blood was simply unique. They saw it as something new and wanted more of it to explore.
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