Flashback ( PDFDrive )

basin. A fitted tunic made from some sort of liquid-resistant material
prevented the gloop from spreading anywhere else—though there was
a little splashing as Elwin showed Fitz the kicking motions he wanted
him to make.
“Remember, you can stop anytime,” Elwin told him as Fitz slowly
worked through the exercises. “The last thing I want either of you
doing is pushing too hard.”
Sophie stopped at eighty-one, when her fingers started twitching.
And Fitz made it to seventy-five before his knee got shaky.
“Excellent,” Elwin said as he gathered up all the discarded
bandages and vials. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure if you’d make it past fifty,
so this is tremendous progress! And now, just try to lie still and let the
serums soak in. Holler if you need anything.”
Sophie closed her eyes after he left, trailing her fingers through the
fizzy slime just because she could.
Hey, you okay? Fitz transmitted. You look like you’re crying.
Was she?
She blinked, and sure enough, a handful of tears streamed down her
cheeks.
I’m fine, she promised. It’s just . . . really nice to feel my hand, you
know? I knew Elwin kept promising he’d fix it, but . . .
It was hard to believe sometimes, he finished for her.
She nodded and another tear broke free. Sorry. After all the things I’ve
been through, I don’t know why I’m being such a baby.
You’re not being a baby. I heard what Umber said about losing your arm
—I would’ve been freaked out too. And don’t even get me started on the
creepy echo things.
Yeah.