I put the salvaged board-book pages under a weight to dry and left the lethal root-entry in the crate for burning in the morning.
Felix walked me up the path afterward, still talking about the stand in fragments, still not quite finished being elsewhere. At the room he barred the door with his elbow because his hands were full of the broken saw he refused to leave in the side hall overnight.
"You're going to sleep with that thing?" I asked.
"I'm going to put it where I won't trip on it and invent a new injury." He set it in the corner, then looked at me properly for the first time since he had come in from the dark. "You had a quiet day."
"I had a loft. And Saga closing the circuit. And a paper consult for Mårvik that Henrik actually let fly."
"Good." He rubbed his face, careful of the scrape. "I had a map that lied and a saw that quit. Tomorrow I fix both."
