Kael
The form gave me four lines for side effects.
I looked at the space.
Then I looked at Maelis.
"Do you have another sheet?"
She handed me one without asking why.
The tournament medical declaration lay beside my latest movement assessment. The twenty-seventh morning had been reserved for checking both before the entry office closed the final review.
Seraphina read the existing restrictions.
Veylan stood near the window with the training records.
I had brought enough paper to make the table look unwell.
Maelis began with the ordinary injuries.
The damaged core. The permanent scarring in my right arm. The limits on sustained grip and repeated output. The recovering side which now tolerated more movement but still objected when I tried to borrow strength from the wrong position.
She recorded the improvement where the measures supported it.
She did not cross out the old damage.
