At this point, Miri and Garrot are locked in a staring contest, the fiercest of battles of willpower. Both have the faintest smirks on their faces, so... this must be normal and/or fun for them? It isn't until Miri's glance darts towards Matilda, seemingly frozen in time.

"HA! I win, Miri!" Garrot is loud and triumphant, but that comes to a dead halt as he notices the look of growing horror on his daughter's face, especially once her gaze starts to flit back and forth between Matilda and his flexing arm.

"Dad, what the fuck, did your gross animal smells just kill the Dog Knight?!" Garrot recoils, not in offense but in terror, as he gently pokes Matilda on the arm. This poor girl is made of lace and scented candles or something, so Matilda might actually be dead!

Or at least vaguely unconscious. He's still worried for her.