Neri found him under the new weather roof, drawing a better hinge.
She stood in the open side until he looked up.
“You’re off the turn.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
He glanced at the hinge. It would make the support cover easier to lift without putting fingers under its edge. It was useful work. It was also work he had invented after Tollis had finished a cover that opened perfectly well with two hands.
Iven put the pencil down.
Neri nodded toward the channel.
