Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Sophie shivered, wondering how long it’d be before this latest
attack would be discussed so casually.
Remember when the Neverseen tried to kill us with creepy shadows?
“He had so many broken bones,” Elwin continued, “that I had to
tweak my usual formula. So this should make up for the lost time—
maybe even get ahead. Just plug your nose when you take it because
this stuff is potent. Bullhorn wouldn’t come near me for three days
after I brewed it.”
“Great,” Sophie mumbled. But she still reached for the vial.
“Oh, you can’t take it now,” Elwin told her, tucking the vial into the
satchel slung across his shoulders. “We’ll have to wait until right
before bed so you can sleep through the worst of the queasiness. This
is tough stuff. Like I said, I made it for Sandor, and I’m sure you’ve
noticed that he’s a little bigger than you. You’re in for kind of a rough
night. But it’ll be worth it to get your bones strong again, I promise. I
may check with Livvy, too, and see if she has any suggestions. She
usually comes at things differently than I do, so she might think of
something I’m missing.”
Livvy was the Black Swan’s physician—though she usually called
herself Physic when she played that role—and she’d been part of
Project Moonlark, so she understood Sophie’s unique genetics even
better than Elwin.
Edaline reached for Sophie’s good hand, tracing her thumb back
and forth over Sophie’s glove. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right here the
whole time.”
“You will?”
Edaline nodded. “Unless you don’t want me to stay.”
She did.