The first thing I broke as a Silver student was a button.
It came off while I was trying to fasten my coat with one hand. I heard it strike the bedframe, watched it roll beneath the bed, and considered whether the room was warm enough to abandon the coat entirely.
Frost covered the lower edge of the window.
Apparently not.
I left the top button open and went to the Healing Hall with my right arm supported. The corridor smelled of wet wool. Someone had brought winter inside on their boots and left most of it outside my door.
Maelis examined the burn before I could ask about the next test.
"Move the second finger."
I moved it.
"Now stop."
That part was easier.
She checked the edge of the dressing, then pressed lightly above the wrist. I felt the pressure where I should. The pull deeper in the hand came later, when I tried to straighten it too far.
"There."
She loosened the wrap and adjusted the support.
