Flashback ( PDFDrive )

No it wasn’t.
He laughed. You forget I can hear your thoughts right now, so I know
you agree with me.
Her cheeks burned. Well . . . this is why we’re training. Try it again with
a little more energy.
She sent him a boost from her own mental reserves, and Fitz
pressed his hands against his temples, letting his concentration build.
SILVENY! IT’S FITZ!
Much better! Sophie told him.
But it still wasn’t enough to convince Silveny to respond.
Do you think something happened? Sophie asked, hating to give the
question a voice.
I doubt it. Silveny would’ve called for you.
I guess—unless she did and I was sedated . . .
That worry was sharper than the others—the words shaping into
claws.
You okay? Fitz asked as she scrambled to bury the monster.
I might need to take a break, she admitted, hating herself for the
weakness.
Is this who she was now?
Someone who crumbled at the tiniest obstacle?
You’re not being fair to yourself, Fitz told her. Just relax and breathe.
Let your mind shut down if you need to. I’m going to try one more thing, but
I can do it by myself, no worries.
What are you going to try?
I think it’s time to let Silveny worry as much as she’s worrying you.
I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, she warned.
But Fitz was already gathering his concentration.