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Teja is in the forge, making surgical instruments from finely folded steel. Research, and design, have yielded results that he is now confident to actually put into practice, and make. For that young healer whom he respects deeply, only the best is good enough; and his work would, most likely, have to last her for a lifetime.

While he works, the door is open, and the cats are coming and going; now watching him, now going out to hunt. But they never disturb his work, no matter how curious they get -- one sharp 'NO!', and even curious Ferdinand retreats from the sharp blades.

Watchers, others that would work in the forge, friends, onlookers, potential customers or curious strangers are all welcome.-

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"All right. Then I will have bunchberry poultice to give you tomorrow as well - although I still advise coming to the infirmary if the burns are serious."

"I have not had a serious burn wound," Teja says, "since I came here; and not a truly serious one in my world, either. But we would, of course."

"Just making sure."

"Thank you," Teja says. "One would not risk injury, in any case."

"I know. But sometimes things happen in spite of caution." And Zhaan should know: everyone on Moya, she included, had things happen to them all the time.

"I will let you finish your work here. I will be outside the infirmary tomorrow with the sachets and poultice."

"And once I have done these instruments," Teja says, "I would make your pot, next."

Zhaan smiles. "All right. Please leave me a note when you have it ready, and I will come here to get it."

"I will," Teja says. "That is what I would usually do when a commission is finished."

"All right. Come by tomorrow afternoon." Zhaan gives Teja a small, polite bow of farewell.

"I will," Teja says, nodding in return.

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