On the first repair morning, Iven slept through the shift bell.
Neri let him.
His upper arm had stiffened overnight where Ferr’s piston strikes had met plate. He could lift it, close his hand, and turn his wrist normally. The bruise was ordinary, and Sera expected it to resolve with ordinary care. He ate after waking, checked that no urgent call had come, and went back to sleep for another hour.
At the station, work began without him.
Hend’s crew entered under the two service props and the isolated drive. Corven checked the local catch. The neighboring bay’s keeper called the reduced receiving turn through Brin’s relay. Ama marked the temporary support load on the fixed wall where every entering worker could see it.
The broken pin came out last.
It was tempting to start with the visibly damaged part. Hend refused. Until they had supported the loaded guide and relieved the checking weight, removing the pin would put a different burden through the same tired bearing.
They built the ordinary timber crib first.
