Vella checked the Decree Wound three times before allowing Hajin to reach for Divine Refusal.
The basin still smelled of scorched stone, and Ferra kept the shattered brace pieces lined beside the treatment cloth.
Loccy sat against a folded supply crate with both arms held close, refusing to look at the fracture lines while Vella worked.
"The sentence is attached to the wound, not the torn muscle beneath it, so identify the foreign frequency before you reject anything," Vella instructed, pressing two fingers below Hajin's ribs.
Hajin kept his breathing slow while Divine Eye traced the white-gold command threaded through the physical damage.
The order did not sound like a voice. It felt like an old law written directly into his flesh, insisting that the cut remain open until he knelt.
Aria separated the command from Hajin's own pain and marked its pattern without touching the surrounding tissue.
