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Afterward, as he crowed and cried and spasmed with pain, Stryx huffed, giving him a matronly slap to the shoulder.

Oh, nut up kid. As if he could hear her, given all his wailing. It was better that he be surprised by it; the adrenaline of the moment would take some of the pain away.

She gathered more herbs to her teeth and crushed them slowly, making sure not to swallow as the saliva upon her tongue turned bitter.

You'll have a sore face for a bit longer but at least its straight now. Take a breath. Do I need to count for you? Her cheeks were almost full of the paste and made Stryx sound as if she held cotton swabs against the roof of her mouth.