Neri heard the old mouth’s call through the frame.
It arrived faintly at first, a pressure beneath the metal rather than a note she could name. She lifted her hand from the outer seat, listened and put it back when the patient’s own movement changed.
Mercy answered.
The sound rose from below her feet.
She had heard the restored organ twice before Iven left. This time she stood above it while the voice passed outward, beyond the shelf and the people who had spent the day with their hands inside its damaged housing.
Sera watched the join.
The raw edges remained clear. The support moved with the folds and returned without catching. The soft cloth beneath the freed scar darkened no farther.
Neri let herself smile.
