Kael
Orven called the stop before I understood what had changed.
The first two readings had been ordinary.
Orven had checked the release with nobody connected before letting me sit. I had watched the outer attendant answer his signal through the doorway.
My coat rested on the back of the spare chair. Nihil remained at my right side. Malcris had asked for space around the examination contact and received exactly that much.
I had kept my left hand on my knee.
The room smelled of clean cloth and warmed metal. A scratch in the table ran toward the fixed fitting, pale where somebody had scraped away an old stain.
I remember noticing it because I had been looking for anything to think about besides another examination.
I should have appreciated the boring part while it lasted.
Unpleasant, because my damaged channels objected to being useful, but within the limits we had agreed.
