North's turn carried one flexible neck scar beneath Tova.
The scar opened and closed between two white plates. Each contraction softened its center, then pulled the surface tight enough to shed black yard dust.
The carriage guard passed above it at the distance of one adult arm.
Tova looked down from the rail.
"That is close enough to touch my boot," she said.
"It is moving under you," Meka answered from Central Treatment.
The same turn shifted the loaded braid across Tova's waist. Its right edge lifted from her coat for less than one breath before the drum pulled it flat again.
Rook kept his left heel on Doma's clinic branch. Keda's boiler stair descended toward the gantry hook, which remained three centimeters short of its chain.
The false support's ankle staple bent against the vacant table foot. Its locked hip ring still held the cutting mount outside North's deeper knot vessel.
Farah placed three current paths beside Tova's camera without naming one rescue.
