Didi held two fingers beside her wrapped wrist while Vella repeated the cloth gesture the child already seemed to recognize. The child eased her bandaged wrist toward the guide and nodded before those waiting fingertips entered its still narrow opening.
Hajin recorded the touch beside the earlier withdrawal, keeping every royal title outside its authorization.
Didi rested two fingertips against the offered wrist while her other palm pressed the primary seal outside the intact prison. Three Shards carried her refusal through that separate royal circuit while the guide stayed fitted around its narrow medical contact.
The contested birth claim brightened beneath the membrane while the child watched Didi's free hand stay visible.
All twelve needles pulled against their seated anchors, trying to route her living center toward a new Underworld address.
"Oh, you've got to be shitting me," Hajin hissed, "a fresh address?"
