The prepared bedroom waited two doors beyond the clinic, lit before the convoy cleared the gate and arranged with a mattress against the inner wall.
A water cup rested on a low table, a folded blanket sat at the foot of the bed, and an iron latch closed from either side.
The child stopped at the threshold and stared at the latch instead of the room's clean sheets.
Hajin kept both hands visible while Loccy stood behind the child with her splinted arms fixed across her chest.
The child's gaze moved from the latch to the corridor, then back to the metal plate as if measuring how quickly the door could become a trap.
Vella opened one palm toward the room and left the other pointed down the hall.
"Would you prefer another room, or should we change this one until it feels yours?" Vella asked, keeping her body outside the threshold.
The child shook her head without looking at the mattress, and her bare toes curled against the floorboard.
