Amien tilts his head over Galandra's shoulder but doesn't bother to do anything to comfort or inspire, seeming very unhinged by the blood he sees. Not fascinated enough by the blood, he glances about the interior and decides to begin switching to his flail to accommodate the small space to work with..
Stepping ahead of what he thinks is a frightened creature, he puts himself into the room nonchalantly, making sure to not add any blood to the accumulating mix of mud and sand that are left behind with each step he makes.
Since he can see that Galandra has become shaken, he decides that it'll be best if he's the first to see whatever kind of violent news the heralds always like to scream about, and mutters a soft whisper, "When we're done on this floor, let me lead going up the stairs. I'm not one to take.. visual warnings like this too cautiously."