Ishon had drawn the return channel correctly and placed it on the wrong side of the arm.
Sera looked at the drawing, then at the patient, then at Iven.
“Your notes,” she said.
“My arm.”
“Which is why we are looking at hers.”
The woman on the examination bench began laughing. She had been listening to them discuss the fault for ten minutes, and apparently the idea that a celebrated restorer’s forearm could become an inconvenient reference drawing pleased her immensely.
“I’ll try not to move it to help you,” she said.
“Please don’t,” Ishon answered. “We’ve only just found it.”
