For a moment, Laios can only gawk as the beast is toppled, and he's brought to his feet.

There is a dog.

A talking, sword-wielding, magical dog that saved his life from certain doom.

This might just be the best fucking day of his life.

"Y--- yes!" He has to fight for his words through shock and delight, and he's barely able to tear his eyes away from the beast, so beautifully tumbled around by magic, to hurry after his own sword, knocked only a short distance away.

As soon as he's got it, he wants to gush about how amazing her magic is, to ask a million questions about what she is, to remark about how beautiful her coat is, to try to learn where a dog learned magic---

But there was no time for that.

He holds his sword, showing a well-practiced hand, and gives her a confident look and a short nod.

"If you let it down, I'll help you kill it! I'm ready whenever you are!"