Flashback ( PDFDrive )

And very sparkly.
And between her hair being pulled back into a messy ponytail and
the tunic’s missing sleeves, it also didn’t feel like nearly enough fabric.
“I know, I look ridiculous,” she mumbled. “Edaline had the gnomes
alter some of the tunics I don’t like so they’d fit over my bandages.”
“Why would she pick tunics you don’t like?”
“Because they had to ruin them,” she said, running her hand over
her bare shoulder.
Fitz cleared his throat. “I . . . wouldn’t call that ruined.”
He didn’t say what he would call it, though, and it made her wish
her Polyglot ability worked for translating Cute Boy so she could
figure out if that was supposed to be a compliment.
It kinda felt like one.
But she was also rumpled and tangled—and it’d been at least two
days since her last sponge bath—so she was pretty sure if she stepped
in front of her spectral mirror, Vertina would take one look at her and
short-circuit.
“Anyway,” she said, pulling Ella into her lap to hide behind, “how
do you want to do this?”
“Hang on!” Elwin told them, barging into the room and stationing
himself between them. “No telepathy exercises until you’ve both had
checkups and taken your morning round of medicine. And then plan
on me watching you guys to make sure you don’t overdo it.”
There was no point arguing.
Though Sophie couldn’t help a small protest when he brought over
their trays of elixirs and one of the vials was very yellow and very . . .
chunky.