Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Yeah. That’s why I haven’t checked in. I didn’t want to break Tiergan’s
concentration. But then SOMEONE got all demanding, so . . .
I’m not going to apologize for worrying, she told him.
I wouldn’t want you too. It’s fun having proof that the Mysterious Miss F
cares. BUT . . . if I PROMISE I’ll check in tomorrow, can I get back to what
we were working on?
She sighed. Fine. But if you forget to reach out, I swear Fitz and I will
find a way to smack you with our brains.
Fear the almighty Fitzphie—got it.
And do you promise you’ll be careful—and tell me everything you learn?
He didn’t answer, and it took her a second to figure out that he’d
already shut down the connection between them.
“Everything okay?” Fitz asked, making her realize that both of her
hands were currently squeezed into very tight fists.
She forced them to unclench as she told him what little Keefe had
shared.
“Huh,” he breathed. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Tiergan’s
helping, since he’s our telepathy Mentor for a reason, but . . .”
“I know, it feels like we should be there—”
“But you shouldn’t,” Elwin jumped in as he made his way over with
a huge heap of towels. “You should be right here, taking care of
yourselves, just like you’ve been doing. And let’s see how well it
worked, shall we?”
He used one of the towels to lift Sophie’s arm out of her basin, then
surrounded it with a vivid purple orb and made her move each of her
fingers. He did the same thing to Fitz’s leg and chest, once he’d wiped
away all the slime.