Veylan stopped the session before I reached the second line on the floor.
"Sit."
I had come for the unpowered movement permitted by the current restrictions. No blade, no contact, and no attempt to circulate Aether. I thought a short ordinary drill would show whether the night had left me weak or actually worse. Veylan didn't appear interested in helping me distinguish the two while standing.
"I caught the edge of the mat," I said.
He looked at the bare floor beneath my feet. For a moment, we both let that remain there.
Then he took my left elbow and guided me toward the bench. I disliked how little pressure he needed. The leg on the right had gone unsteady when the cold reached my chest, and it wasn't ready to become part of an argument.
"When did it begin?"
"Yesterday. Some tightness after movement."
"What movement?"
"The circulation posture."
His hand stopped halfway to the practice record.
"The posture, or circulation?"
"A small pass."
