The assessment room had a chair beside the measuring stand.
I took it before anyone had to tell me. My right hand remained dressed. The examiner set the contact plate against the unburned part of my forearm rather than asking me to close the damaged palm around a grip. Nihil stayed outside the test under the keeper's custody.
Whatever the reading showed would have to belong to me. The healer stood beside the examiner with the current restrictions. Veylan sat near the wall, looking less comfortable than he would admit. None of them had come to watch me repeat the crossing.
That was written on the first page before my name.
"Short external trace," the examiner said. "Then the return. You stop at the agreed warning, not when the reading looks pleasing."
I had acquired a reputation specific enough to be inconvenient.
