The blank line stayed blank.
Ty kept looking at it on Caelin's side of the feed. The second aide had left space under office class, enough for a name to fit. Her pen sat capped across the line like a small fence.
The phones kept testing it.
One rang. Another answered. A third kept buzzing until someone killed it with a thumb and wrote the number down for later.
Caelin's aide used the new script with a voice that had started to lose its polish.
"Hospital names stay behind the public office wall during active review."
He listened.
"You can leave a complaint about the review path. You cannot start a private search."
He listened again, then looked at Caelin.
"They asked what work object carried the condition."
Omina's pen moved before Caelin could answer.
"That question belongs in this room before callers answer it."
Ty's hand tightened on its own.
The question reached for an object rather than a name.
