By day1655, Iven could raise the bruised arm without thinking about it.
At the workshop medical room, Sera checked the movement once more. The shoulder had faded from dark purple toward yellow at its edge. His hands had closed over the scrapes. Graft, hearing, sight, balance, and ordinary strength were healthy. Food and sleep had restored the charge spent in the fight over the intervening days.
She released him to normal work.
He asked whether carrying boards counted.
“It counts as work. It doesn’t count as a medical question.”
He thanked her and went to find the boards.
The central room looked different with its guard repaired.
Neri had designed the replacement foot around sound existing seats, preserving the route to the lower inspection cover. Hend had kept the breached iron for the inquiry and for the fitters who needed to understand the damage. The permanent fitting did not imitate the old seam. It gave the load a better line and left its fastening visible.
