Hajin cleared the upper service corridor, then admitted the escort and let Ferra bring the divided cradle down from above. Eirwen kept her root beside its receiving cabinet while six guards fell in with the recorders along the inspected floor.
Didi carried the authenticated registers to the final blood boundary and stopped short of its narrow light.
"The cases stay apart," Ferra said, tapping the cradle's insulated stops, "this corridor is clear, that descent isn't, and the root stays at the receiving cabinet."
Four guards took the upper posts while Juna and Vella settled beside the archive receiving table above the boundary.
Nose twitching at the draft from below, Juna flicked one ear back, "Wet lime and lamp oil, nothing worth eating down there."
Hajin held the laundry drawing beside Sera Noll's final entry beneath the western washrooms, matching her name to its destination.
