Flashback ( PDFDrive )

But it didn’t really feel real until she’d chugged down all her
medicine and Elwin had flashed a zillion colorful orbs around her arm
and given her all kinds of warnings and reminders.
Then he confirmed it. “Yep! Your bones are definitely strong
enough to light leap.”
“Good,” Mr. Forkle said. “Because she’ll be making more than one.”
“I will?” Sophie asked. “And you really aren’t going to tell me where
I’m going?”
“Not yet. Dex should be here any minute, and I’ll catch you both up
then. In the meantime, you should probably get changed.”
He held out a folded tunic and a pair of leggings, both in pale colors
without any frills—exactly the way Sophie preferred them—along with
a heavy cape and a pair of sturdy boots.
“Your mother brought them by this morning,” he explained. “She’s
very eager to have you home. I’m told there will be a feast of epic
proportions when we arrive.”
Sophie’s stomach growled at the thought.
“Need help getting dressed?” Elwin offered, but there was no way
that was happening—beyond letting him remove her sling for a few
minutes.
“I can handle it,” she promised.
And she did.
But . . . it was more of a struggle than she wanted it to be.
Her healing arm would only lift so high—only bend at the elbow so
much. And her fingers were weak and clumsy. So tying the sash on her
tunic?
Pretty much impossible.