The broken things fixed themselves.
Raizen watched from above, his face near the edge of the roof where the glass had been vaporized, and he saw it happen in real time. Maren's hand touched a pile of glass shards - fragments from the observation panels, scattered across the floor in a glittering carpet of razor edges. Her fingers rested on the largest piece, and the shards began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing purpose, the fragments sliding across the stone floor toward each other, edges finding edges, surfaces aligning. They merged together. The breaks sealed, the cracks disappeared, the shattered glass becoming unshattered glass, the panel reassembling itself from debris into wholeness under Maren's quiet, patient contact.
