The black-covered stand took another penguin step.
Cloth pushed forward where a beak should have been. The bundle tipped onto one false foot, dragged the other, and copied the hitch Jiang's supported flipper gave his walk.
"It learns while covered," Aylin said.
Lucia tightened the lower knot. "Then we move before it learns how to untie itself."
The route to Nerea's room crossed an open court between the archive chapel and a low conservation wing. Sunlight filled most of the paving, but the surrounding columns laid dark bars from one side to the other.
Each column shadow touched both buildings before breaking in the bright center. The court offered isolation in pieces, never as one safe road. Every traveler would have to move without letting the bundle's dark patch join a living outline.
Matthews slid a wooden carrying pole beneath the stand's base. Aylin took the opposite pole. Their hands stayed well outside the wrapped stole while Lucia held the trailing corners clear of the ground.
Devika kept Jiang in the shallow towel shelter until his breathing settled. Fresh gauze controlled the shoulder seep, and warmth had returned to his feet without restoring their strength.
"I can carry one end of his sling," Aylin said.
She looked at Jiang rather than Devika.
He wanted to cross on his own feet. The desire had pride in it and very little sense. His last walk had ended with blood at the dressing, while the thing under the black cloth already knew exactly how he limped.
Jiang tapped once against the towel.
"Permission for this court," Aylin said.
Another tap made the boundary explicit.
Devika passed her the far end of the sling. "His chest stays loose. The injured side stays level. If the shiver changes, you tell me before you tell the enemy."
"I can manage both."
"Everyone says that before choosing one."
Lucia opened the chapel door.
Heat struck Jiang's black feathers, carrying the smell of warm stone and clipped rosemary. Across the court, a gray-haired woman stood behind a glassless conservation door with a white reflector panel braced beside her.
"Nerea!" Lucia called. "Clear the court and hold that door."
The woman looked at the covered stand, saw it take a short false step, and pulled the reflector into the sunlight without asking for an explanation.
Two workers near the center had been carrying plaster boards toward the archive. One called to Elena at the side gate. The other shouted Farid toward the conservation wing.
"Drop it," Elena said, catching Farid by the sleeve and pulling him toward the bright center. His plaster board struck the paving, leaving both workers in sunlight. Lucia's urgency had reached them before any explanation.
Inside the black cover, the stolen-name shadow struck both sides at once.
One bulge stretched toward Elena's shadow. A longer arm pressed toward Farid. Aylin's green loops tightened around the lower corners before either shape reached open air.
"Walk into the sun," Lucia ordered the workers. "Leave the boards. Keep your names to yourselves."
Confusion slowed them. The stand took advantage, jerking hard enough to lift Matthews's end of the pole.
Jiang barked a warning.
Matthews lowered his shoulder and brought the base level again. "I felt that one."
"The next will be worse," Lucia said. "Move."
They entered the court in separate places. Lucia walked ahead where her shadow fell behind her. Aylin and Matthews kept the poles wide, holding the covered stand in the brightest strip. Devika and Jiang followed with space between the sling and everyone else's feet.
Sun pinned the bundle's shadow directly beneath its base.
Under the first column bar, that dark patch lengthened.
It touched Matthews's outline, climbed the pole, and shaped a hand around his wrist. He held his pace while Aylin pulled the stand toward the next bright slab.
The hand peeled away when sunlight broke the connection.
"One bar," Matthews said. "Several remain."
"Counting them will not make them repent," Lucia replied.
Jiang looked past the next columns. The sunlit path narrowed near a rain channel, forcing the carriers closer together. His own rounded shadow already stretched from the sling toward that choke point.
The black cover answered by pressing out a matching beak.
The shadow wanted a complete silhouette more than it wanted the workers. Spoken names gave it options. Jiang's body gave it a shape that could carry the mark.
He tapped the sling and pointed his beak at his shadow.
Aylin understood. "Camouflage would remove the outline it is copying."
Devika stopped at the edge of the sunlight. "It would also spend the warmth we just recovered."
The bundle shuffled inside its cover. Its false feet had improved.
Jiang wanted to wait until his body was ready. The shadow was using readiness as a lesson.
He pointed to the narrow rain channel, then touched his beak to the towel and lifted it. One crossing. Cancel at the far side.
"I keep my fingers beside his chest so I can feel the towel move," Devika said. "Aylin holds the sling level. The ability ends the instant his breathing changes."
Jiang tapped once, accepting her stop.
Aylin brought the compass close without touching him. "The mark will remain visible to this."
That cost had already found them in Mercy Street. Jiang chose the imperfect hiding place because his ordinary shadow was the bridge in front of them.
Penguin Camouflage took his heat first.
Black back, white breast, beak, and feet vanished from the sling. The towel sagged around an invisible body while the compass held a thin black-gold curve where his breast should have been.
Jiang hated disappearing inside a sling. He felt every correction of Aylin's hands without seeing his own feet, while the Roman sun struck a place nobody else could find. Human embarrassment had once required bad clothes or a crowded train. Penguin embarrassment meant trusting two people not to drop what looked like folded laundry.
Cold slid under every missing feather.
The covered stand stopped practicing his walk.
"Move now," Lucia said.
Aylin and Matthews carried it into the narrow sun. Devika moved beside the invisible sling, two fingers resting on the towel where Jiang's chest lifted it. Aylin kept her end steady even when the compass pulled toward him.
At the rain channel, the workers' abandoned plaster boards cast a broad connected shadow.
The bundle's black patch rushed into it.
Hands rose across the boards, reaching toward Elena, Farid, and every voice the stolen shape had heard. Nerea shoved the reflector panel into the sun. White light bounced under the boards and severed the largest connection.
"Left edge!" she shouted.
Lucia kicked the nearest board flat. Matthews swung his pole clear while Aylin held the covered stand above the bright channel.
The shadow searched for Jiang's rounded outline.
It found only the mark and the moving dent in a towel.
A point remained in the mark, while Camouflage stripped away the body-shaped road.
Green light tightened around the black cover. Aylin stepped across the channel, Matthews followed, and Devika carried Jiang through before the hidden hands could choose another witness.
His feet had gone numb inside the sling. Each breath came shallower against Devika's waiting fingers.
"End it," she said.
Jiang released Camouflage at once.
His body returned under the Roman sun and began shivering as though the court had frozen around him. Aylin adjusted her grip but kept the sling open beneath his chest.
Heat reached his feathers from above and still failed to replace what the ability had spent underneath them. His toes curled against the towel without finding strength, and the raw shoulder pulsed each time the sling swayed.
Being carried still scraped at his pride, though Aylin's question had made the help bearable.
Nerea pulled the group through the conservation door. The reflector followed, cutting off the last board shadow before Lucia closed the heavy inner panel.
The covered stand hit the floor once from inside.
Then it became still.
Devika lowered Jiang into a dry nest of folded cloth and restored wrapped heat along one side. "You used the whole crossing. You get no second one."
Jiang's tired tap agreed.
Nerea left the door and approached the black bundle. Paste marked her sleeves, and a pale scar crossed the hand she kept nearest the reflector.
"Lucia," she said, "the rod moved before you arrived."
Beyond her stood a dark silver shaft on a padded cradle. A narrow sight aperture faced the wall when Jiang entered.
Metal scraped softly against velvet.
Without any hand near it, the sight rod turned until its dark aperture pointed at the mark beneath Jiang's breast.