The calibration seat stood in the workshop, not the medical room.
On day1701, Iven paid for the field supply he would use and checked the separate store’s mark before sitting. The patients’ reserve belonged to the patients. His wish to know his own comfortable capacity did not outrank their need.
Sera came as the clinician watching the body.
Hend came to check the ordinary fitting.
The local supply keeper held the external stop.
Iven held his own.
He had worked, eaten, slept, fought, repaired, learned, and rested through the weeks since the last comfortable reading. The stronger reserve had grown through that life. The rig could measure and supply a finite compatible charge; it could not purchase another rank or make an unearned channel appear.
The first reading passed the old mark.
