Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Lots more patience.
Plus a long list of things her hand and arm weren’t going to be
doing anytime soon.
He’d even broken it into a timeline—week after week of her still not
being able to train with the rest of her friends.
She knew she should get up—walk it off—remind herself how far
she’d come since she’d entered the Healing Center. But what good was
wandering aimlessly through the halls?
Honestly, what good was going home if she was still going to spend
most of her time in a different bed staring at different walls and still
not actually doing much of anything?
So she sat there, hour after hour, telling herself she wasn’t sulking,
she was resting like the good little patient Elwin needed her to be.
She’d almost convinced herself it was true, until Keefe marched
through the doors to the Healing Center and declared, “Wow, it’s like
walking into a cloud of sulk in here.”
He fanned the air away from his face as he made his way over. “I
mean, I figured you’d be feeling a little lost without your Cognate
buddy, but trust me: Fitzy isn’t worth this much angst.”
“I’m not pouting about Fitz,” Sophie informed him.
“Ah, so you admit you are pouting?” he countered, plopping onto
the edge of her cot with enough oomph to make the mattress bounce.
She shrugged.
“Hmm. This might be more moping than Krakie can handle—I
guess it’s a good thing I brought him a friend!” He reached into his
cape and pulled out the kraken pin that Sophie had given him to take
care of, along with a fresh box of Prattles. “Let’s see what we got this
time.”