Flashback ( PDFDrive )

TWENTY-FOUR
WHO’S READY TO GET OUT of those cots?” Elwin asked as he strode
into the room, carrying their morning trays of medicine.
“I am!” Sophie and Fitz both shouted, already throwing back their
blankets.
“Hmm, I guess I should’ve phrased that differently,” Elwin realized.
“What I meant is, who wants to be out of those cots by this evening?
You still need one more treatment, but if all goes according to plan,
you should be back on your feet—or in Fitz’s case, on crutches—by the
end of the day and taking a late-night stroll through Foxfire. You guys
up for it?”
“Are you kidding?” Sophie and Fitz asked, once again in perfect
unison.
Elwin chuckled. “I’m sure if Keefe were here, he’d have a lot to say
about how in sync you two are getting.”
“Just more proof that Fitzphie’s the best,” Fitz told him, with a
wink that shouldn’t have made Sophie’s heart flutter. But hearts could
be foolish things.
“Have you heard from Keefe?” she asked as Elwin handed over her
tray of elixirs.
Elwin shook his head. “No, but it’s early, and I’m betting he was up
half the night working through whatever exercises Tiergan taught
him.”