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"Can I…"

He waves the splinter vaguely, unsure of what he's asking for.

"Yeah, give it here," says Bina. "Maybe do sit down - yeah, like that. There you go. Don't forget to breathe."

It can take you a bit funny, learning that the world is no thicker than a pane of glass and you can hold time itself between your fingers.

It can take you quite funny indeed.

He sits, heavily, leaning against the iron railing.

"I'll just…" begins Bina.

"… take that." She plucks the unsettling thing from an unresisting hand. "'Gotta, finish what I'm doing. You just… sit tight."