The empty metal foot stood where Caleb's left foot had stood in Restoration's old stream frame.
Its heel turned slightly inward. The knee bar carried the shallow bend he had used before a fight, when both legs could take the first change in weight. A half-ring waited at hip height with clean gray padding inside it.
For one breath, Caleb's body prepared to step into the space.
Pressure gathered behind a knee he no longer had. His left hip shifted before he stopped it with both hands against North's plate.
The yard had built balance close enough to hurt.
"No body test," Sefa said through the camera.
"I know."
Caleb kept looking at the foot.
Tova watched from beneath the carriage guard. "It put the wrong dirt on the bottom."
Restoration's archive showed white Cathedral flooring under Caleb's old boot. The new metal sole stood on black yard stone with no dirt at all.
