Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“A little,” Fitz admitted. “But I know how to breathe through it.”
“I’m glad,” Elwin told him. “But I still want you to rest now. You
too, Sophie.”
“That’s fine,” Tiergan agreed. “Keefe needs to let the revelation
settle too.”
“I told you: That wasn’t a revelation,” Keefe argued as he made his
way over to the shelves of medicine. “Do you have any fathomlethes
around here?”
“I hope you’re not talking about the weird river-pearl thing you
took in Alluveterre that made you cover your walls in scraps of paper
like a serial killer,” Sophie told him.
“Oh I am—and I know you’re not going to like it, Foster. But I
remembered a ton of stuff last time. So how about I promise to let you
help me sort through the notes again? Remember that? Such a classic
Keephie moment!”
“Keephie?” Tiergan asked. “Never mind. Best if I don’t know. And I
hate to break it to you, Keefe, but fathomlethes are overwhelming at
best and unreliable at worst—and an incredibly poor substitute for
proper telepathic exercises. They’re what some rely on when they
don’t have access to the tremendous resources that you have.”
“And they are an adorable resource, aren’t they?” Keefe asked,
smirking at Sophie and Fitz. “But they need to rest—and I am so not
ready to sleep, so . . .” He crouched to study the lowest shelf.
“You won’t find any,” Elwin told him. “I keep them locked up.”
“Fine, then I’ll swing by Slurps and Burps and pick some up on my
way home.”
“Don’t let him,” Sophie begged Ro. “Not unless you want him
pacing around the room all night, covering every surface with