Ren had put my cup the wrong way around. I noticed because I had been looking at it for several minutes instead of eating. The handle faced my right hand. Using it would mean closing the fingers I had spent yesterday trying to leave alone.
I turned the cup around. That solved one of today's problems.
The rest waited in a folder beside my plate. Arrival card. Loan record. Treatment slip. Directions to the examination entrance. I checked them after eating, then checked again when Ren brought my coat.
"They're still there," he said.
I looked up.
His hands tightened on the coat. "I meant I haven't moved the folder, young master."
"I know."
I closed it before he could explain further. The wooden sword hung in its sleeve beside the door. Lifting it pulled at my shoulder, but the new dressing stayed flat beneath my fingers. Good enough to carry. Using it would be another matter.
"Will you want lunch here?" Ren asked.
