Obsidian Vein [IV]

Leo turned his head and Camila was standing right beside him. 

She'd changed into a clean dark green flight suit with her long hair pinned up behind her ears, and her apron was left behind in the garden. 

In her hands she held a diagnostic wand, and her bronze forehead was furrowed in a tight knot of nervous concentration.

"Camila?" he asked softly. "...Everything alright?"

She didn't answer right away. 

She stepped closer, bringing the faint scent of fresh soil and crushed mint that followed her everywhere, and pressed the wand against the magnetic seal at his left shoulder cuff with careful trembling fingers.

BEEP!

"Pressure seal's good," she whispered, barely louder than the hum of the scrubbers.

She knelt and passed the scanner along the seam of his left knee, then his boot collar, listening for each small affirmative chime.

BEEP! BEEP!