Sennik insulted every hand that touched the wrong strap, which made Nessa trust her instructions.
"My chest goes to yellow first, and anyone loosening my left shoulder loses a finger."
The Clinic Five worker stepped back from that buckle.
"Say your name before you inherit my weight."
"Talli Ren, Clinic Five, second shift, hands steady."
Sennik watched Talli's hands through one transfer. Only then did she allow Ruvan to move a quarter chest load from the private house into the clinic rail.
Her carrying frame leaned toward three surfaces while Meya held the jaw board, Talli supported the chest belt, and Nessa used her left hand to keep the right wrist level. Sennik's legs pressed into the gallery floor.
Nessa's own numb arm pulled toward the black stake beneath its harness.
The pulse cage wanted to learn every bad direction in the room. She had no intention of letting it practice on Sennik.
"Your harness manages the damage without teaching your body one down."
