"Good boy."
I'm glad that Arteria is finally recognising my qualities, but I'm also saddened that she's doing it for the wrong reasons.
It's like saying someone is a good gymnast because they did 7 backflips while jumping for their death.
Which, in my opinion, is a yikes.
"Well, why don't you have a seat?"
Anyway, since I'm left with no choice but to finish my task before going to sleep, I might as well be fast as fuck about it.
"Sure," Arteria complied and sat on the chair beside my table.
I inserted the needle and just like before, I extracted a bottle's worth of blood from her.
This much should be enough for a batch of Elixirs.
I took out the needle and pressed a blob of cotton on the puncture wound, "Don't forget to rest and eat iron rich foods."
"Sure," she replied as she took the blob and threw it in the bin.