The copper face settled beneath the freed join without a sound.
Iven had expected a little click from the retaining seat, something definite enough to tell his hands the part had arrived. Instead the flexible lining touched the soft support, the outer arch accepted it and the whole assembly became quieter under his fingers.
Neri watched the mirror.
“Lower side clear.”
Dessa checked the upper retaining screw.
“Clear here.”
Sera bent close enough that her breath moved the fringe beside the living fold.
“Leave the working gap.”
