"Hallo wolfie. You're a big doggie. I had a dog once sometime before. He was very um... clever. And you're very clever too I think but you don't like me I wonder. That's not very nice of you I like doggies. I miss mine well, he was my brother's but I still miss him..."

Blinking, she screwed her face up in confusion, trying to remember what exactly had happened to her doggie after all. She vaguely remember being the colors in the carpet. She didn't so much comprehend that she'd spent several months doing so and that Barnabus had most likely wandered away.

She was distracted by the rest of what the god was saying. "Um, are you alright?" she bit her lip anxiously. I'd go over there and do something maybe but you seem nice and the butterflies likes you and I really don't want to hurt you."