Shin appeared at three o'clock with water for those working outside.
Moving through the groups with her usual quiet efficiency, she carried a water container in each hand.
Her stance was now steady, fully recovered from the cautious favoring of last week. She distributed water casually, and the men from both groups accepted it with brief thanks, all of them hot, working, and genuinely in need.
She paused next to Michael, handed him a container, and calmly observed the west face as it rose, taking in the view with steady eyes.
"It's going to change how the building looks," she said.
"It already has," he said.
She glanced at the finished faces, then at the street beyond, and back at the building towering above the wall, with the watchtower visible at the roof edge. "It looks like somewhere real," she said softly. "Like something that was meant to be here."
