Flashback ( PDFDrive )

easy way to stop or pivot directions. Which meant Fitz spent most of
their walk flailing and bumping into things.
And that was with the dark halls quiet and empty. Sophie could
only imagine how much worse it would be once they were surrounded
by prodigies.
“On a scale of one to ten,” Fitz began as he barely managed to
dodge the jagged branches of the crystal trees scattered around the
Level Four atrium, “how weird do you think it would look if I had
Grizel carry me everywhere until I could put weight on my leg?”
“Do you think she’s even up for that?” Sophie wondered. “I know
she’s back from Gildingham, but Biana didn’t say if she’s made a full
recovery or if she’s still regaining her strength.”
Fitz sank back to the floor, catching his weight with his crutches to
keep pressure off his bad leg. “Wow, I’m a terrible person. I haven’t
even asked how she’s doing.”
“You’re not a terrible person. You’ve had a lot going on.”
“So do you, and you’ve still checked on Sandor.” He tried reaching
up to tear a hand through his hair and nearly lost his balance when his
crutches shifted.
“Seriously,” Sophie said as she helped him steady himself. “Grizel
wouldn’t want you worrying about her.”
“I know. But . . . I still should.”
“Well . . . if you feel bad, you could always get her a present.”
“True. But what do you get a goblin warrior?”
“No idea,” Sophie admitted. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,
though. You give the best gifts.”
“You think?”