Kael
On the first day they let me practice again, I spent most of the session sitting down.
On the second, I sat in a different chair.
Veylan declined to record it as progress.
The work stayed small. Circulation without drawing Nihil. A short walk without tightening the injured side. Holding a wooden handle in my left hand until the grip began to fade, then putting it down before it fell.
Maelis checked the new wound and adjusted the limits as it closed. The old core damage remained on every sheet. Nobody crossed it out because I had stopped bleeding through a dressing.
By the twentieth day of the seventh month, I could complete the agreed practice sequence and still have enough strength to dress myself afterward. That had become a more useful measure than how impressive I looked during the first minute.
The independent examiner arrived before Veylan.
