North's shoulder rose beneath the riding room.
The first movement lifted Irik's west wall three centimeters and pulled the clinic gantry sideways. The green platform swung over the open pit. Rook's lower shelf shed another bolt, but his left heel kept the boiler branch locked.
The tooth stayed in North's bloody outer groove.
"Hardware choices first," Farah said. "Nobody chooses an animal as somebody else's door."
Five clinic patients faced their current camera. Three boiler residents answered from their cracked stair. Rook remained behind the bent bars of his lower shed. The lit metal floor still supplied equipment force and no verified person, so it received no body offer.
Caleb lay against the white plate with both hands outside the false support. His dressing stayed at Sefa's mark. Tova kept her low rope in her right hand and her injured left shoulder against Irik's folded cloth.
Elara separated three visible landing problems with her left hand.
