Sera lowered the final hold.
The little regulator stem turned beneath her hand. A quiet click came from the old return, then a deeper pressure moved through the branch below the supported join.
Iven saw it arrive.
The left fold tightened. The right followed, carrying its edge toward the copper face.
“Right side,” he said.
Sera stopped the release.
Neri looked through the mirror. The loaded movement had brought the inner edge nearer the face than the dry fitting had shown. She gave the lower seat another fraction of its available travel while Iven steadied the arch. The flexible support moved with it, leaving the raw seam untouched.
“Clear.”
