Ty's pelvis scraped halfway off its shelf for the third time.
He felt the movement from across Kestra's storehouse, where his skull rested against Jade's hip. One edge caught a nail head. The other kept pulling south toward the closed lock that remembered sideways rain.
Dessel stopped it with his heel.
The effort pushed Dessel's back against the lower shelf. His injured shoulder shifted with him, and his face tightened before he found a position that left the useless arm alone.
"Your pelvis keeps trying to take my good leg with it."
"Move your heel before the shelf starts charging rent for both of us."
Kestra looked up from the copper tally in her pan.
"The shelf already charges by occupied width, including wandering bones."
Jade put her boot against Ty's lower spine and slid it back onto the folded sack beneath Dessel. She kept the pressure there until the southward pull eased.
"You are done watching the door until your pelvis behaves."
