Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“I’m betting he was up the whole night,” Fitz corrected, taking his
tray from Elwin.
“Probably,” Elwin admitted, helping Sophie remove the lids from
her vials. “But don’t worry, Tiergan will keep him in line. So why don’t
you two tackle your medicine while I prepare your mineral baths?
We’re getting you out of those beds!”
He ducked back into his office, and Sophie was too excited to care
how thick and chunky the medicines were, or how many times they
made her gag—though her brain was a bit stuck on the word “baths.”
Fortunately, when Elwin returned he was carrying two silver basins
that definitely weren’t big enough to take the Healing Center to a
whole new realm of awkward.
Unfortunately, they were filled with some sort of noxious yellowgreen
slime that made the room smell like rotting onions.
“You’re going to love this,” Elwin promised as he set one basin on
each of their cots.
Sophie doubted “love” would be the word she’d use, but as long as
the stinky slime got her out of the Healing Center, she could handle it.
“I’m guessing we don’t want to know what this is?” Fitz asked,
dipping a finger tentatively into the slime.
Elwin nodded. “Same goes for your activating serums.”
He held up a small bottle filled with some sort of thick, milky
liquid, shaking it a few times before pouring it into Sophie’s basin and
making the slime fizzle and froth.
“Time to soak some strength into those bones,” he told her,
unwrapping her gauzy bandages and wiping her arm clean of any
remaining poultice before gently lowering it into the surprisingly
warm goo, and . . .