The child woke screaming when Ferra tried to lift a broken needle from the collapsed chamber floor.
Her hands flew to her hair, and she crawled behind Loccy before the metal tool touched anything near her.
Loccy sat on the stone with both knees raised, giving the child a broad unmoving barrier while blood dried across her armor.
Ferra lowered the tool and placed both hands where the child could see them.
"The tool stays down, and nobody touches your hair while the room is still moving," Ferra said, keeping her voice calm.
The child's scream broke into ragged breaths, yet her eyes remained fixed on the needle in Ferra's hand.
Vella approached on her knees and stopped outside the distance established during the rescue.
"May I touch your wrist again, or should I keep my hands on the floor while you breathe?" Vella asked, extending two fingers without advancing.
The child did not offer her hand, so Vella accepted the refusal and guided breathing from where she remained.
