Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Biting her lip and bracing for the worst, she forced herself to ask,
“How’s Fitz?”
“Heavily sedated at the moment—but he’s going to be fine.” He
pointed across the room to where Fitz must’ve been sleeping.
She couldn’t see him from her current position—and lifting her
head didn’t feel possible yet—but she was familiar enough with the
layout of the Healing Center to picture it.
The space was divided into three rooms: Elwin’s personal office, an
alchemy area where he made his medicines, and the treatment space
they were in, with a row of cots and lots of shelves filled with bottles
of colorful elixirs and tiny pots of balms and poultices and salves.
“How bad were his injuries?” she whispered as Elwin waved the
orange light away and pressed another vial against her lips.
He poured a thick, floral-tasting syrup into her mouth and waited
for her to swallow it before he told her, “Pretty bad. Bullhorn ran to
him before he went to you. And Tam had to fight hard to get those
shadows away from his heart.”
Tam looked slightly green as he nodded. “I’ve never felt anything
like that before. I don’t know who their Shade is, but—”
“She calls herself Umber,” Sophie told him. “But that’s all we
know.”
“Well, whoever she is, she’s doing some dark stuff—which I know
sounds obvious, since she’s a Shade. But . . . those weren’t normal
shadows.”
“They weren’t,” Sophie agreed. “She said they were different. And
they kind of poured out of her hands, like they came from somewhere
inside her.”