Published at 29th of November 2025 6:57 pm

Chapter TWO HUNDRED FORTY NINE: Strong Bricks

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Alden spent Friday morning sitting out in front of the cottage again, practicing his finger dexterity exercises while he tried to let his thoughts settle into their new, slightly different shapes. The ideas hed examined on the inward path last night were clearer now than they would be later, and the wounds were still numb enough that he could think about them without getting too emotional.

Yenu-pezth had been willing to focus their discussion on confidence. He was sure he could have asked to talk about paint drying, and she would have found a way to make that helpful for him. This was a much more relevant topic.

He had been confident in ways he no longer was. He was becoming confident in new ways. The nightmares hed chosen were a tool for gaining confidence by recognizing what he was capable of now that he was a little more powerful and experienced.

Sitting here, the question his brain wanted to mull over was one Rel-arth had put in his head, though the knight couldnt have known he was doing it when he was telling Alden that Stuart lacked the kind of confidence the family wanted him to have.

Dont I lack it, too?

Im not confident Ill go bravely to my next binding and however many more there will be afterward. And Im not confident that two or three things wont fall on me at some point and make me loathe my affixationmy selfto a deadly degree. Im definitely not confident I can do most of what knights seem to be supposed to do.

And its not like this is some new lack of confidence. I dont remember feeling super sure I could handle these things on the day I chose to keep my authority sense either.

Does that mean I chose wrong?

By the arths standards, or by their standards for Stuart anyway, perhaps it did.

Im a goner, I guess. Someone better plan my second funeral.

Alden set down the twig hed been twirling.

Someone he didnt recognize was walking along the stream with a bundle under their arm that was likely a change of clothes. The siblinghold had a heated outdoor bathing pool in that direction. Alden had glimpsed the edge of it through the trees once on a walk with Stuart, but even if he hadnt, he could have guessed something like it was out there after seeing multiple people head that way and then return after an hour or two with wet hair.

Is that one a knight or not?

He couldnt tell. The knight members of the family often wore their uniforms at home but not always.

If they are a knight, does that mean they were completely confident in their ability to live like they do now before they went to their first binding? Is that the expectation for everyone or only for the Primarys favorite?

Oronly for people who have obvious disadvantages?

Like mind traps in their head. And painful childhoods. And being the wrong species.

I dont think confidence like Rel-arth talked about is necessary. Because I didnt have it. I still dont. And I dont feel like I made a mistake when I said yes to keeping my authority sense.

If he was giving advice to a person in the exact same situation hed been in when hed chosen to keep the sense, as well as his memories of Thegund and Kibby, he would tell them

That the choice I made was the less reasonable one. The more dangerous one. Not smart.

Affixation was worse than he could have imagined, and the complications that came with being what he was werent ones he wanted. He could see that he had, in some ways, been illogical.

But I was sure.

Not that hed succeed. Not that hed be happy. Just sure of a couple of solid bricks in his tiny confidence wall.

I wasnt confident I could do it. I was just confident I wanted my memories and my magic.

Knowing what you want isnt nothing. And wanting something you might not be capable of doing isnt wrong, especially if youve got your eyes open to the realities of the situation and youre not just imagining yourself to be much more perfect than you actually are.

Wanting something that might be too hard for you, knowing the risks, accepting themthats not a tower of confidence built on your illusions. Its a few real bricks.

Surely, the point of the choosing season young Artonans had in the Rapports was to give them time to make those bricks.

And if Stuarts got his made, then whatever happenseven if it costs his life

His stomach twisted. Taking several slow, deep breaths didnt untwist it.

Yeah. Okay. I understand why the whole family is losing their minds. The weird thing from an outsiders perspective is actually that they dont freak out and try to stop every one of their kids.

As for Aldens own bricks, hed found a few last night on the inward path that he doubted he would have recognized, or respected, without Healer Yenus prompting.

I sent a message to Dalat-orni, who tutors the girl Kivb-ee, asking him if she has said anything to him about your time together.

Why did you do that?

For a perspective other than your own that might show me what you do not know about yourself. She has told him that you named her your instructor for language, that you make meals more creative and impressive than the ones she enjoys with the Quaternary, and that you are better than everyone other than her father at braiding hair.

Im not that good.

Did you try to be that good for her?

Yes.

Was it hard?

A lot of the time.

And he would do it again. He was confident that he would try to make bad situations better in small ways once he found himself stuck in them. A brave face, a wordchain, taping up signs to warn people that an ambassadors residence wasnt a place of refugehe knew he was someone who could do that much. And he had significant evidence that he would do much harder things for some people he ended up in danger with. He hadnt left Zeridee behind, and he was mentally stronger today than he had been then.

Feels all right to acknowledge that, he thought, as he stood and stretched.

His Earth day would start with a meeting he had scheduled with the volunteer coordinator at an Apex healing hospital. He needed to get ready for that.

A while later, before he left the cottage, he added a note to the study journal and set it on Stuarts cushion:

When we tell someone were going to build something, and they say its not possible, we should probably ask ourselves what they actually know about the project before we accept their opinion. Are they just counting the bricks were holding without respecting what theyre made of? And are they measuring how far we have left to go without seeing our determination to get there?

This applies to brothers who say a friendship wont work. And to lots of other things, Im sure.

Thats what I think after thinking all morning. See you tonight.

He would trust Stuart to apply the thoughts to knighthood, in addition to friendship, if he wanted to.

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Alden flew from Matadero to his interview in a drizzle that made the nonagon much less fun than usual. He hadnt passed a single potential entruster on his way from the teleportation alcoves to the hangar, so hed left the cube with only normal human amounts of rain protection instead of magical shielding. Hed thought keeping his shoes and socks in his messenger bag so that they didnt get wet was the right call, but now, hed been sitting in the volunteer coordinators warm office for several minutes wearing those dry shoes, and his feet still hadnt thawed.

The coordinator was a woman in a navy blue polo shirt who had an office that was barely big enough for a desk and three chairs. She spoke to him mostly in Chinese, and she had the air of a pleasant person who was trying to get his business taken care of well but quicky.

After a couple of references to his course requirements for Instructor Marions class and mentions that hed probably be doing all of his volunteering here at this branch of Anesidoras healing hospital system since it was closest to campus, Alden realized he hadnt communicated well enough in his application and when he first sat down here and introduced himself. There was no natural opening for him to correct it since the interview had been five questions before theyd moved straight into her explaining expectations for volunteers. So he awkwardly interrupted her flow to make the point that he was afraid had been missed.

I want to be here, he said, scooting even closer to the desk. Seeing what kinds of jobs there are and learning how I could make a difference in this setting is important to me. Its convenient that I have a class next quarter that gives credit for something like this, but I wanted to do this anyway. I dont mind traveling down to F and the other hospitals. I hope youll let me. I hope Ill be useful, and if I am useful, I dont think Ill just quit volunteering here for good once my class is over.

The coordinator paused for about ten seconds, which seemed like a much longer period of time given the pace shed been going at. She took a sip from a disposable cup rimmed with lipstick marks, her brown eyes darting around to check whatever she had on her interface.

<<Do you think you might be interested in a career in healthcare, then? Youre in the hero program at your school, so I assumed not. We do have a job shadowing agreement with Celena North, but students who want to do that need to be in pre-med sciences or have the Healer class.>>

I dont have to job shadow, just volunteering is fine with me. I dont know for sure what career I want, even though Im in the hero program, so Im trying to explore options. Im serious about doing my best at whatever you give me here.

<<Youll probably be surprised by how boring most of your volunteer hours are, even if I give you permission to volunteer through the System.>>

Volunteer through the System?

She picked up her cup again. <<Were not a normal hospital, and we dont serve a normal population. Some Avowed Healers dont even do scheduled work. They just wander in when theyre in the mood to practice their talents. Most are better than that, butwe have a lot of powerful, irregular ways to help sick and injured people. The System does the bulk of our organizing and decision-making for us. Keeps things running smoothly.>>

So if you give permission I can volunteer through the System, and it will decide what I do? Alden asked.

<<Not quite. It would recommend you to staff members, and then theyd have to confirm.>>

Can I volunteer that way?

<<Usually Id make someone your age work for a couple hundred hours before I considered it.>>

That sounded like a long time. I think my skill might be easier to make use of if the System helps people understand when I can help.

<<Some wizards work here. They have a tendency to accept the Systems recommendations even if the task is inappropriate for someone who isnt used to a medical setting.>>

I speak Artonan.

She wasnt swiftly rejecting him, and shed brought up the possibility of letting him volunteer through the System in the first place. He didnt know why she was considering it for him, but she seemed to be.

Ive used my skill on injured people before without freaking out, he added. I ETd with a classmate recently. Whether Im doing boring jobs or hard ones, Ill try to be professional and learn from the experience. I wont pester busy doctors or healers. Ive helped dispose of dangerous and disgusting things in an alien lab before.

She held up a hand. <<All right. Ill take you seriously. Let me start this meeting over by telling you how volunteering will work if you do it that way. Avowed with powers that can be used in a medical capacity >>

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Not only did she take him seriously, she also issued him his own navy blue polo shirt and sent him on a practice run through the facility.

Go volunteer. Call if you have any questions. Wear this name badge at all times; not everyone has an interface. Ill receive updates on everything you do, and Ill read them, too, until Im sure of you. I might send you some tips.

Alden ran through her instructions one last time while he checked himself in the mirror of the restroom hed changed in. The name badge said Alden Thorn in small print beneath the nickname shed given him. Pause Button Rabbit.

She said all volunteers got an informative nickname. He was allowed to change it if he could think of an equally succinct way to convey his skill to people whod never heard of it before.

I look fine. System, loop me in at Central Crescent Healing Hospital for sixty minutes.

That was the official way to volunteer here in English. Later, he might be given permission for distance volunteering, which would enable the System to teleport him, but currently he had to be physically present at one of the locations he was authorized to help at.

He waited, tense, until he started to feel like that tension was wasted.

If people were dying here every couple of minutes for lack of one Pause Button Rabbit, it would be an incompetent hospital. I just need to calm down and walk around hoping someone wants me for something.

It was less structure than hed been expecting, but having the System involved seemed like a good thing. After all, it knew what he could do. Although, that did bring to mind a wrinkle unique to him. He set off down a pale blue and white hall, reading signs and nameplates to get his bearings on the way to the elevator.

[System,] he typed, [when Im volunteering, do you base the task recommendations on my real abilities or my fake profile?]

[The fake.]

Alden wondered if asking it to be a bit flexible on that, without getting him into trouble, would be a bad idea.

[You have gym in ninety-seven minutes.]

Alden read the words. [Thank you. Thats a helpful reminder.]

It was pointing out that volunteering to exhaust his skill right now didnt even make sense. Which was decent of it.

He spent a while exploring and introducing himself to people who werent busy. Interface notices told him where he could and couldnt go.

Central Crescent had a special emergency department in a separate building where the System ETd patients who were too dangerous for other hospitals. Alden wouldnt be going there. But he was allowed in the walk-in clinic, on most of the patient floors, in the cafeteria, and in the janitorial closets. The waiting rooms were also his territory.

A chat with a fellow polo-shirted volunteer who was in charge of the gift shop today gave him ideas for the kinds of things he could do when his magic wasnt needed by anyone.

There are always lonely patients who want to chat, and the nurses know who they are, she said, while she cut the tape off of a cardboard box and opened it to reveal a stack of coloring books. Nothing is ever as clean as it could be. And filling the hospitality carts with what people actually want to snack on or play with is the key to popularity.

Got it.

It takes a while for everyone who works here to get used to having you around and get familiar with what you can do well. If you find a chore that nobody else seems to want, and you do it regularly, it will become yours and people who you didnt know appreciated it will notice when you stop.

Finding something nobody else is doing sounds difficult. But IllIm getting an assignment! he exclaimed as the notice came across his interface.

The gift shop lady took a step back, startled by his increase in volume.

I wasnt sure Id get to do anything. Alden snatched hismessenger bag off the counter. But Im going to the potion dispensary!

Im glad for you?

Thank you!

Nerves and excitement clashing, he rushed out. The System gave him directional arrows so that he didnt get lost traveling down a couple of floors and turning left at an intersection of hallways. He approached a beige door that said Authorized Personnel Only, and when it swung open to admit him automatically he got a little thrill out of it.

Im authorized for something.

White tile floors gave way to pale, surprisingly unvarnished wood. Tall, gray metal cabinets stood along both walls, their contents invisible. A man in a nurses scrubs was checking the label on a vial that had just dropped into one of the cubbies on the front of a cabinet.

He glanced at Alden but didnt say anything as Alden followed directions toward a window that had been cut out of the wall in the middle of the hallway. There wasnt much to see through the opening, just a wooden wall and a door that blended into it. But there were two people waiting in the window for him.

One was a man with a chiseled jaw and a large nose whose name tag said Dr. AbbasiHealer/MD, and the other was an Artonan man in a long-sleeved white robe more similar to an angel costume than the lab coat of the doctor beside him.

Look, Panna! Look how fast the volunteer came. Look who the Contract has sent us, Dr. Abbasi said, in Artonan, as he swept his arm grandly toward Alden. I recognize this young man. They say he has been commended. You have to agree he has a trustworthy dance.

Trustworthy dance? Is that an expression I dont know or did he mean some other word?

His honorary title is Pause Button, the doctor continued. Doesnt that sound next door to perfection? Go tell your wizard it will be educational for him to help her.

The Artonan, Panna, had the same earthworm hair color as Ambassador Bash-nor, but his demeanor wasnt similar at all. He was slouching under the doctors gaze and sighing like he was enduring something very exhausting. She will not like having a volunteer.

No. She will. Were helping her. Because Im sure she didnt mean to start a day-long project when shes supposed to be in charge of our potions.

She did mean to. She had an idea of rare worth to test, Panna muttered.

She has so many of those, though. Isnt she tired of them, yet?

Panna sighed for so long it sounded like hed sprung a leak. Doctor Abbasi turned to Alden, Hello, he said. I asked the System if it could help me get our hospitals extraordinary potion and medical device wizard to modify a potion for one of my patients. And it sent you. Is your nickname Pause Button because you pause certain processes?

I want to get whatever this is right. Alden tried to stand a little straighter. I can preserve things and beings. I have to hold them, but when I do, I protect them from change. My skill does pause everything going on within a protective shield. It doesnt have a specific connection to potions, though.

Panna looked at the doctor. That is useful. He can hold your patient until Master Ladda has finished testing her idea.

The doctor gave him an incredulous look. Were not having him hold an adult man for ten hours when he can just hold whatever experiment shes working on for ten minutes.

I have to go to school soon, said Alden, wondering what would happen if he told Panna that after school he had to go to Rapport I. If the Contract says I can do this, Im sure I can. Should I put on my commendation so that I look more trustworthy and the Master of Potions wont feel worried about leaving me with her important project? I have automatic embroidery patches in my bag. If that would help.

The doctor gave him a few blinks. Panna, who Alden was assuming was the wizards ordinary class assistant based on the fact that he wore no embroidery of any kind on his angel robe, turned one eye to him and another toward the door.

That is not necessary, Alden Ryeh-bt, he said. I will convey your presence and the Healers request to Master Ladda-serwho is a Master of Healing Objects for Humans. She is still working on being recognized for mastery of potions.

He disappeared through the door.

The doctor beckoned Alden closer. Dont think that Ladda-ser is scary just because Panna-ser is hard to get past. She likes humans. It can be hard to tell because shes extremely introverted. He keeps people from bothering her.

Alden raised an eyebrow.

Shes supposed to be bothered right now, the doctor said. Shes at work, and I brought her work only she can do. Are you new to volunteering with us? Your skill sounds interesting.

Its my first hour volunteering, Alden said. Im glad someone needed me.

Youll get to use that skill on something cool, I think. She makes amazing things for us.

Panna-ser reappeared and ushered Alden back into a workshop that was toasty and meticulously neat. Almost everything must have been tucked away in the drawers that covered the walls. There were several empty tables, and a woman with dull brown hair that matched her wizard garb was leaning over one. Her nose was very close to a humandollthat was naked except for a clearish red blob sitting on its chest like a misplaced jellyfish.

The doll was an average-looking adult male. It was around eighteen inches long, which was the one thing keeping Alden from thinking it was a dead or unconscious body. Thankfully, its eyes were closed. The realism was uncanny.

The wizard didnt let her attention flick away from the project at all. It was Panna-ser who told Alden to pick up the doll, and the blob with it, without letting either be disturbed for a single instant.

Alden stepped over and eyed the model, settling on lifting it by its feet and head because grabbing it anywhere else seemed weird. As soon as hed picked it up, Ladda-ser drew in a breath and titled her chin up to regard him. Briefly, she seemed like someone who was confused about why her toy had been taken away. Then, in a quiet voice, she said, I am inventing an enchanted heart for humans to wear while theirs are being healed. It will stick to the chest. We have ones like these, but they dont work for you. I will make them work for you.

Alden looked at the jellyfish. Enchanted external heart? Hyektch.

Please do not drop it.

I wont.

She looked from him to a chair across the room. He went to sit in it, even though she hadnt actually said to, in case it made her feel better about leaving him alone with this thing shed made.

After she left, the assistant stood guard over Alden like he could somehow prevent disaster just by being present. He explained that this device, if it worked, would be one that anyone could grab and slap onto the chest of a person whose heart had stopped, and its use wouldnt be an impediment to other healing magic.

He also explained that the doll was a specially made medical research tool. What else would it be?

Alden refrained from replying, A middle-aged dead guy you shrank with a spell.

The specially made medical research tool had body hair, testicles, toenails

About ten minutes after shed left, Ladda-ser returned. She walked straight over to where shed been standing and even leaned over in the same way, like she wanted everything to be exactly as it had been before the interruption.

Alden tried to put the doll back in precisely the right place on the table in front of her, thinking that would help her get back into the zone.

What shes doing sounds important. Panna was already shooing him out of the workshop with one hand and gesturing for silence with the other. Theyre an odd pair. But I got to help a researcher do research on an enchanted heart, even if it was only for a few minutes. Maybe because I helped, it becomes real one day.

The assistant was glad to get rid of him, the doctr was nowhere to be seen, and the System was telling him he wasnt allowed in the dispensary anymore since he didnt have business there. But Alden felt himself smiling as he left.

He knew he had preserved the strange doll as perfectly as anyone could, and that seemed to be what was needed.

Before he left the hospital, he found one more chore for himself by standing at an entrance and offering to dry peoples umbrellas with a quick application of his skill so that they wouldnt have to shake water all over the place or stuff them into plastic bags.

Things I can do well. Strong bricks are strong bricks, even if theyre small.

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