Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Not yet. But she will,” Fitz said, with a confidence Sophie wished
she could feel. “But we did get her to agree to help Sophie with her
dreams. So now Sophie can skip the freaky sedative.”
Elwin shuffled his feet. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea. The
system we have right now is working.”
“But you’re changing up all our other medicines anyway,” Fitz
reminded him.
“I’m only changing the ones that aren’t doing their job,” Elwin
argued. “And the sedative isn’t one of those. Plus, the tricky thing
about nightmares is, by the time I know they’re happening, Sophie’s
thrashing and screaming and the echo’s already done its damage.”
“True,” Sophie admitted, letting any excitement she’d felt fizzle
away.
“But Silveny’s helped you with nightmares tons of times before,
hasn’t she?” Fitz pressed. “And you hate sedatives.”
“I know. But it’s fine.”
She gave him her most reassuring smile—which must not have
been very convincing, because Fitz reached up and ran a hand down
his face.
“Okay,” he said after a second, “what if I monitor your dreams
tonight? That way I’ll know the first second they start to shift—if they
start to shift—and can wake you up and make you take the sedative
instead?”
“You can’t stay up all night,” Sophie argued.
“Yes I can. I just slept for two weeks. I’m good.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Elwin informed him. “Our bodies don’t
store sleep in reserve.”