“You have to remember she is nearly human," Asterion snapped. I whimpered as his hands dug into my shoulders, but he misunderstood the sound, starting to pull away. I reached back to grab at him, and my shoulders protested that motion too. I groaned and Laszlo huffed, watching us from his armchair. "She is no such thing. She is out of shape," Laszlo said, and then added after a beat, watching me scowl through the ache of every little movement, "Tomorrow we will only stretch."
