Elara's right arm struck six times, paused, and struck four.
Her fist hit the frame rail on every downward beat.
Kikaru put no hand on it.
"Current movement?"
"Not mine. Do not stop it by force."
Reva held the future sling in the medicine archive. Its empty fabric worked the same kiln rhythm, pulling her shoulders forward with each strike.
The Low Rill charcoal drum repeated the six-four shift call.
Sefa stopped the drum.
Elara's arm continued.
The rhythm had entered the support route. Silence did not remove it.
Room Nine offered assignment again.
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LABOR UNIT ACTIVE.
REGISTER SUPERVISING FAMILY TO PREVENT INJURY.
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The arm was bruising Elara's current hand against the frame.
Fast registration could stop it.
"No family," Elara said.
Pela held the breathing valve. Elara accepted one assisted breath during the pause after strike six and refused pressure during the four faster beats. Her airway rhythm remained separate from the arm's work.
