Moonspear tooth-hurty

Lyra's implied challenge eased both Osiris' pain and disappointment; even without most of his adult teeth, he'd be able to prove himself to her. "No," Osiris answered, his eyes lingering upon the water's surface as he braced himself for the impending discomfort, "I don't need the herbs." Then, without further delaying the inevitable, Osiris began to rinse his mouth.  

The inflicted area began to throb as he began to flush out the wound, and it took everything within his willpower for him not to wince. The dulling of his discomfort was an indication that it was time to spit out the water; flecks of flesh-colored dispersed with the current, sending the remains downstream. 

Raising a paw to his chin to wipe away the remaining water droplets, Osiris looked at Lyra once more. "That wasn't too bad," he fibbed, downplaying the pain he had truly felt.