The northern passage ended in a narrow chamber beneath the tower, where three white lines descended from the ceiling toward a stone table.
Sera stopped beside the door while Ferra placed her copper pins at the table's corners, keeping the damaged bandage on Hajin's arm clear of every connection.
Vella examined the exposed marks from his other side, holding her light low enough to see which edges still answered the approaching rhythms.
"The first frequency is gone," she said, following the old shape without pressing it, "your tattoo remembers where it was."
"Can we see the third before anything tries to put it through me?"
"We can see all three," Ferra replied, shifting a pin beneath the northern line, "seeing them isn't the problem."
Sera opened a white record beside the door, reading the council's permission before turning it toward Eirwen.
"Observation only," she said, "touching a heart changes the registry's response."
