Ferra adjusted the guide beneath the opened outer aperture while Hajin kept his hands outside its newly aligned release collar. Its curved channel threaded past nullstone and spatial glass without opening either layer beyond two fingers at the membrane's lip.
The narrow reach ended beside the child's wrapped wrist, leaving her core and all twelve seated needles inside their layers.
"Two fingers," Ferra said, tapping the collar's retreat stop before setting her wrench beyond the child's view through the glass.
"No weapon, no second hand shoved in after the first, and if it moves inward, I release it before anybody gets sheared."
"Got it, hands off the shiny murder collar," Hajin muttered, tucking his dressed left hand against his supported right arm.
Vella knelt beneath the guide with both palms visible, keeping her brighter current outside the child's forced circulation.
"I'll touch here," she said, pointing to her own wrist before lowering two fingers beside the folded cloth.
