Ariel tensed up as she bore witness to the scars and marks running all over Amy's arm like a melody of red. So many...how long had she been doing this? The maid gritted her teeth as she shook her head to Amy's words.

"You're not a burden. Got that? You're not a burden to me, or the Master, or to anyone else so stop saying you are one Amy. And please...if you ever feel the need to hurt yourself again, please at least talk to me first. I don't know what I can do for you....but I know talking helps. Ok?"

Honestly worried about her fellow maid, Ariel nodded in response as the two made their way back into the kitchen; only to find Phillip trying to get their attention by waving around the cookbook madly with one hand.

"Girl talk eh? Anyway, look what I found! Gourmet cheeseburgers! It says we need onions, and bacon, and some kind of special sauce...hey, let's try it out!"

The Master's energetic state served well to lift Ariel's depressed mood in facing Amy's self-mutilation and she couldn't help but giggle away at the enthusiasm.

"Well, well! Watch out Amy, or you just might be replaced in the kitchen by the young Master here!"