Kael
Veylan moved my marker backward.
I moved it forward.
He moved it backward again.
"We could continue," I said.
"You'd become tired first."
I looked at the wooden board between us.
He was probably right.
The late-afternoon rehearsal took place in the enclosed observation yard. Maelis had cleared me for a short period of standing and slow movement, with rest between attempts. The visit line remained in place. Equipment used on my side would be handled by the observation staff.
Nobody had decided that planning an operation made the infection less real.
Veylan stood beyond the line with the guide, Liora and the staff member who would coordinate the physical screen.
The others had already provided their positions or were still working below the upper shelter.
We began with the sketch.
The cleared strip had narrowed the approach without giving the drake an open route to the treatment position. It had also left a bend where someone carrying a patient would have to turn.
