Hajin waited through three full cycles before Ferra exposed the membrane's lip beneath the folded glass.
Collector's Grasp covered his left palm while the sealed Breaker's Lever slid from storage into his right hand.
The supported arm took that weight badly, the tender cuff burning while his shoulder refused to lift any higher.
"Fuck, this thing gets meaner every time I hold it," he hissed, keeping the Chain stored.
'She's watching our hands through that aperture, so every shiny thing stays put away.'
Vella pressed two fingers to his pulse while keeping her own count beside the child's next discharge.
The Lever recognized the boundary without opening its function, offering its sealed head as a contact point beneath the glass. Ferra marked torque at that mount without disturbing deeper anchors while the sisters took opposite edges outside the folded chamber.
Didi set the copied instruction beneath the lamp while Ferra aligned her pointer with the Lever's resting angle.
