They reached the Record node an hour later, a low structure of dark stone rising from the organic ground like something that had been waiting for them. The exclusion zone held. The creatures that tracked them from the deeper growths stopped at the boundary, their bodies and attention sliding off the old material the way it always did.
Inside, the structure was simple. A single chamber, walls that had grown rather than built, the faint warmth of Record-native material pressing against Cael's senses. Jiso eased him down against the curved wall. Darae was already running threads across his ribs, the Weaver's dimensional energy probing the break, mapping the damage.
'Three cracked ribs,' she said. 'One fully broken. Internal bleeding, moderate. He needs a healer.'
'He needs to stop getting
