The stopping point was underlined twice.
I had done the second line myself, after a practice session that left my hand shaking too badly to finish the first.
This morning, the hand was steady. I used that as evidence while ignoring the instruction clipped to the page. No active work until review. The healer had written it yesterday. Nothing had happened overnight to change it. Nothing except several hours in which I hadn't been able to stop thinking about a black sword behind glass.
Ren had finished the morning work and gone to collect supplies. My next class wasn't until after the second bell. There was time to sit, work through the smallest circulation loop I knew, and stop before anyone had a reason to notice.
I wasn't going to shape a technique. I wasn't going near the vault. I wasn't going to test the seal. By the time I finished listing what I wouldn't do, starting seemed almost responsible.
