Veylan asked for the medical sheet before he asked for the blade.
I handed him both.
The updated limits allowed a short supervised movement drill and one small circulation check if the first part caused no new symptoms. No hard contact. No repeat simply because I disliked the first result. Someone had learned to write instructions with me in mind.
Veylan read them, checked the repaired grip, and placed the blade on the table beside him.
"Feet first."
The square on the floor was the same one where Liora had stopped my attempt to repeat the duel trick. It looked larger without another person waiting to touch me with a wooden point. I took the starting position.
First step. Weight set before the turn. Back foot placed rather than dragged. No reach toward an attack I had already imagined. Veylan moved to the side and watched the next repetition.
"Again. Same distance."
