Seraphina
In the morning, the older keeper asked what day it was.
The attendant told him.
He listened, blinked, and asked whether someone had closed the tool shed.
"The work area is closed," she said. "Your tools are being recorded."
That seemed to satisfy him.
Seraphina stood at the end of his frame while Maelis checked his breathing.
He looked better than he had when the cart arrived.
He also needed help to turn his head without losing the comfortable angle of his shoulders.
Both things were true.
At the next table, the carrier slept in short stretches between coughs. The young woman was awake, trying to arrange her blanket without touching her injured leg.
The temporary night coverage had kept them safe.
Now the night staff needed to leave.
One attendant gave the next person the keeper's observations before collecting her own things. She checked the time of the last change with Seraphina, then asked her to repeat where the record had been placed.
