Rian took the master drawing out of Iven’s hand and corrected the last dimension before letting him leave.
“Cover clearance,” he said. “Dorra changed it.”
“I copied the earlier one.”
“I know.”
He wrote the larger figure on Iven’s traveling copy, marked the date and compared it against the original once more. Iven waited. It was a pleasing way to be made unnecessary.
The second assembly stood ready on its bench. The first limited conversion had passed another working interval under the local crew. Two further stages had material allocated, and the third delivery now had a carrier and a departure mark from Crown. None had become a citywide cure. All had become work that could proceed without the visiting mechanic watching every hand.
Halden signed the joint account beside Sera, Dorra and Rian. The local clinician’s name stood on the care plan. Arel held the relocation request, with patient conditions attached instead of hidden beneath a total. The copies for Vigil and Crown stated principles, actual failures and limits, leaving dimensions for their own technicians to verify.
Bram checked the traveling cases.
