Seraphina
Elsa kept trying to answer questions meant for someone else.
How the support had caught. Where the broken pin had been. Whether the lower guide was still carrying weight when the frame was moved.
Seraphina waited until the keeper paused for breath.
"I need your arm now."
Elsa looked down.
For a moment, she seemed surprised that the cloth in her lap belonged to her. Her attention had followed every sound from the course since they brought her inside.
Seraphina moved the clean tray nearer without blocking the assistant's hand.
"You can tell me if you need a pause," she said.
"I don't need one."
"You can still tell me."
Elsa nodded. Her uninjured hand closed on the edge of the bench, then relaxed when Seraphina asked her to turn the arm a little.
