Hajin cut picture and sound before the reception vault's doors swung shut behind four record sentries and the divided cradle. Ferra checked partitions while Juna hovered beside her in the anteroom, and the exterior restraint settled into its locked groove.
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"Standard imperial damping won't teach the socket to tolerate a joined frame, so we keep our own containment," Ferra sniffed, rapping the ward marks.
At the groove, Juna flicked a loose outer link, careful never to touch the socket's separate restraint.
"The case stays divided, and nobody reaches through a shutter just to see whether this room's wards actually work."
"Look at you, volunteering to babysit a box instead of hunting down lunch."
Ears flattening, she planted herself between the case and the door, "I'm guarding it hungry, which is worse, so you owe me a whole roast when this is over."
