Rumi put the iron weight down at the wrong mark, realizing why Ferra had stopped speaking when her sister began to smile.
"That one is mine."
"You could share."
"You could read."
She picked it up again, giving the chalk arrow an injured look before carrying it through the ordinary doorway to the other side of the testing floor.
They had cleared the surviving floor of the same vault chamber, keeping their test marks beyond the broken entrance Ferra had secured with two crossed braces.
They had waited until the floor stopped settling.
Rumi could still feel the last escape in her legs, the new fourth Wing shifting whenever she turned too quickly beside something solid.
Hajin moved his chair away from their reach.
"I used to fit there," she told him.
"I remember."
"You could sound less pleased about it."
He grinned, leaving her enough room to spread all four without catching his shoulder as Vella checked the joint of the lower pair.
"Slowly this time."
