The recovery week opened beside the clinic wall, where Loccy held a forbidden repair beam with four Wings open.
Old mountain pressure traveled through her shoulders, turning the clinic floor into a memory of stone and weight.
Vella arrived without hurry and stopped one pace inside the doorway. "The room looks stable, and that does not make your deeper pathways ready for Worldbearer."
Loccy kept the timber suspended above her head while she answered. "A small beam should prove I can handle a small burden, and I need more than a bed to learn what returned."
Ferra reached the brace before it slipped, and her forge-light Wing took the timber while Vella pressed two fingers into Loccy's wrist.
Vella closed the four openings one at a time, and pain crossed Loccy's face when the last Wing folded.
The room stopped tilting, though her hands kept gripping empty air where the mountain had been.
