Flashback ( PDFDrive )

The tinge of green to Fitz’s skin made it clear that he absolutely
remembered them—and the week of misery he’d endured, thanks to
hollowthistle tea.
“Relax,” Elwin told them. “It won’t be as bad as you’re thinking.”
Translation: It definitely would be bad.
“The lab’s this way,” Elwin said, leading Livvy toward the alchemy
section of the Healing Center. “We should probably get started. Some
of these elixirs are going to take a few hours to brew.”
“Isn’t it convenient,” Livvy asked Sophie and Fitz, “how Elwin just
happened to have an all-night project the same time you’re doing your
little dream experiment?”
“It’s called multitasking,” Elwin argued.
“And spying,” Livvy added.
“Making sure I’m up if they need anything,” Elwin corrected.
“So wait—I’m going to be the only one sleeping?” Sophie clarified.
“Great, because that doesn’t make me feel weird at all.”
“You shouldn’t,” Elwin told her.
“Well, you should a little,” Livvy argued, “since I’m betting the
Pretty Boy’s going to spend most of the night staring at you as he
listens to your dreams.”
“What else am I supposed to stare at?” Fitz wondered.
Elwin laughed and winked at Sophie. “You know where to find us.”
They left them alone then, and the room was suddenly very, very
quiet.
“You don’t want to do this anymore, do you?” Fitz asked as Sophie
tugged out an itchy eyelash.
Not even a little bit.
“I’ll stare at the wall,” he offered. “Or the floor.”