Moonspear tooth-hurty

No came his response as he declined the herbs, and the edge of Lyra's lips curved into a proud smile. Good. This type of fortitude would serve him well. She watched as the young boy steeled himself before dipping his muzzle back into the icy waters. A trail of red streamed lazily from his mouth, drifting downstream, vibrant in colour at first before it quickly faded. After a few moments, Osiris then raised his head once more, turning to her with a chipper statement.

Letting the smile overtake her features completely, Lyra moved to nuzzle his cheek, wiping the rest of the water away in a rare show of affection she reserved only for those closest to her heart. She finished with a lick to his forehead, hoping it would help ease at least a little of the discomfort evident on his face. "You're so very brave," she commented softly with a laugh, hoping he'd never have to endure a pain any greater than simply losing a tooth.

With this, she withdrew and quirked her head for her nephew to follow for a mid afternoon wander.