QUOTE : Fold it like an animation. I’m sure you remember the rules.” <br />Ceony nodded, but as Mg. Thane finished the last Folds, she saw up his loose coat sleeve to a bandage coiled thickly around his right forearm. <br />Something inside of her twanged, like a fiddle string had been stretched down her torso, fastened between throat and navel. With a soft voice, she asked, “What happened to your arm?” <br />Mg. Thane’s fingers stilled. He glanced up at her, then to his arm. He pulled the sleeve down to the palm of his hand. “Just a bump,” he said. “I often forget how much focus walking requires.