Hajin set the emptied cup beside the slab as Aria slid the completed reconstruction record back into his private view.
The watchfire sank toward coals while his restored right hand opened and closed, and the fracture stayed silent.
Loccy dropped onto the step beside him with his discarded binding still clutched in her fist, "That's six times, six times you've stared at that hand like it owes you money, it's attached, you don't have to say hello every time a finger twitches."
"It ignored me for weeks," Hajin shot back, wiggling the fingers right under her nose, "we've got a lot of catching up to do, so mind your own damn conversation."
"Start by keeping it attached,"
Vella stayed beside the slab with her arms folded while Aria checked the last diagnostic notice above his shoulder.
"I'd love one evening where talking to you doesn't begin with me hunting for your pulse," she added.
