Tennison dug his fingers into Keara's shoulders, as she slowly relaxed under his touch. She was already quite clean, but the state of the auction house was a clear indication that she probably hadn't slept on a proper bed in a long time, and that could mess a person's back and shoulders up something awful.
"My mother used to say that yesterday's myths are today's forgotten reality," he said, squeezing the cloth out over Keara's neck.
"Human's especially, seem to forget things so quickly."