Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Wouldn’t you rather do it not knowing what’s about to happen?”
Keefe added—which was an excellent point.
Sophie shot Fitz an apologetic glance as she told Elwin, “Yep, I’ll
go.”
Elwin set the tray of balms in her lap. “I’d recommend plugging
your noses,” he told all of them as he lifted her bad arm and held it
over the basin.
“Psh, I want to bask in this!” Ro sucked in a long breath as Elwin
untied the bands securing Sophie’s chain mail and unleashed a plume
of something Sophie could only describe as weaponized morning
breath.
The strips of bandage underneath had gone from white to brownish
yellow, and they made a horrible squish as Elwin slowly cut through
them with narrow scissors.
“Here we go!” Ro said, clapping as Elwin pulled the cocoon apart
and . . .
Keefe coughed. “Okay. That might even be too gross for me.”
Sophie couldn’t decide which was worse: the way the ooze fizzled
and foamed the second it hit the air, or the way it clung to her skin,
dangling off her arm in long snotty threads instead of dripping into
the basin.
“Any chance I can get a bottle of that stuff?” Keefe asked. “I think
my dad really needs to smell it.”
“Nope. This is all going to Livvy,” Elwin told him.
“Uh, if she’s going to use it for an elixir, I’m never taking one of her
medicines ever again,” Fitz jumped in.
“Me neither!” Sophie agreed.