Location:Seven Peaks — the Medicine Hall; the north gate yard; the Hall; Thorne's room; the north camp
Date/Time:TC1858.03.06
Mira pulled the strap through the buckle, and the tongue clicked into the third hole and stopped there.
"Breathe in," she said.
Sera Vahn breathed in. The strap held her right arm across her chest, as it had for six weeks, and the bone under it ached, a dull ache like a tooth, which was better than the other kind and which she had stopped mentioning around the fourth week because Mira wrote down everything she mentioned.
"It's knitting," Mira said. "Crooked. You know that."
"I know."
"Another two weeks in this before you lift anything heavier than a cup. Two weeks after that before you'd want to fall on it." Mira let go of the strap and stood back. "I'm telling you because you're going to ask."
"I wasn't going to ask."
"You were going to ask Thorne, and he was going to come and ask me, and I'd rather save him the stair."
