body.
Alex had unwittingly helped Henry come to terms with his guilt after the fact. And now Henry knew that if he was forced into the same predicament with the head mageâs life hanging in the balance, he didnât have to agonize over it. Heâd asked Alex a hypothetical question about having the chance to live indefinitely, and Alex had told him point blank that he wouldnât ever want to have his life significantly extended by unnatural means. It was a relief to know.
And now that their world was finally at peace, Henry was extremely glad he didnât have to worry about it anymore.
But even though they were at peace, Florence started up Magical Warrior Training again, knowing Artimé could never be too prepared. One day, Henry was outside cutting some leaves from his greenhouse plants that Ishibashi had given him. He paused now and then in his work to watch the training, and felt almost wistful.
On the end nearest him was Thatcher, a young teen from Warbler who was about Henryâs age, perhaps a year older. He had black curly hair and dark brown skin, and orange eyes like all the Warbler children. He wasnât intimidated by the instructors, and he liked chatting with them. His obvious ease with more authoritative figures was striking. But the blond-haired Warbler girl next to him, Scarlet, was all seriousness, especially in her attempts to mess Thatcher up without him noticing. Henry watched Scarlet for a moment, and then his eyes strayed back to Thatcher, and he observed the Warbler boyâs carefree spirit and sense of humor when he joked with Florence and Ms. Morning.
At one point Thatcher caught Henry staring and smiled at him, raising a hand in greeting. Henry smiled back and quickly looked down at his cuttings. âI might need to take a class soon,â he said to nobody in particular. He gathered up his cuttings, and then walked in a wide circle around the students to keep from getting accidentally struck by a poor throw.
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On the day after Alex finished expanding the world, he walked past the hospital ward on his way to the kitchen to get a snack and noticed that every bed was empty for the first time in a long time. He paused, then went in, seeing Henry working alone at the laboratory table with something bubbling merrily in a beaker nearby.
âCongratulations, Henry,â Alex said. âEmpty beds. Now thatâs an accomplishment!â
Henry looked up. âThanks. The last one checked out a couple days ago. Did you finish the expansion in Quill? Anybody give you trouble?â
âYes, itâs done,â Alex said. âNo real trouble to speak of, but Iâm whipped. Do you have anything thatâll help my sore shoulders feel better? Those were some long, hard days of spell casting. More than Iâve ever done in one stretch before.â
Henry reached up and pulled a small container of herbal lotion from a shelf. âThis should do the trick. Find a nice girl to rub some of this on your shoulders. Itâll feel better in no time.â
âBecause of the lotion?â Alex teased. âOr because of the girl?â
âIt doesnât really matter, does it?â
âI guess not,â Alex said. âAre you speaking from experience? Do you have a girl rubbing lotion on your shoulders that I donât know about?â
Henry grinned. âIâm not really into girls. But no.â
Alex returned the grin and patted Henry on the back. âThanks,â he said, taking the lotion. âDo you want me to make this room smaller again? Or do you like it all big and empty like this?â
âI wouldnât want to tax your poor aching muscles,â Henry said.
âWhy, Henry Haluki,â Alex said, âI think youâre mocking me. You used to be such a serious and respectful young lad.â
Henry shrugged. âI guess Iâve been jaded by all the battles youâve dragged me