Nyx

Fido feels better with a blunt implement in his fist. Sure, it wouldn't have helped against the bugbear, but this doesn't look like a bugbear place. So hopefully any monsters will be small enough to be dealt with by a bronze club to the head.

The place is beautiful, but Fido doesn't really care about that. His master was very rich, and gorgeous murals and exquisite statuary were commonplace. He looks at the altar, and nods his head to it, but... Whatever god or hero was venerated here, he thinks it's out of their reach now. He'll look behind the altar and see the boy, and kneel. "Hey there. I'm Fido, what's your name?" He smiles, trying to be reassuring, but... he's not got a lot of experience with people that don't involve being given orders.

Cold Day

"Sekhmet? Gods, Sekhmet, what happened?" He's curious about her attire, but far more worried, so it doesn't enter his thoughts yet. He turns to Zophiel. "Go to the bedroom through there, bring all the blankets and duvet off the bed. Anything that looks like it's warm, too." He puts his hands on Sekhmet's cheeks, and channels his biomancy to increase his body temperature. It's quite a dangerous thing to do, since it's boosting his metabolism, but if it keeps Sekhmet warm, it's worth it. "You are not dying, you hear me? We just got married, don't die now!" He's panicking, too, at least a little.