Ariel only clenched her fists, obviously still deeply upset by the whole thing. Why couldn't Amy see that what she was doing was wrong? She needed help! Ariel didn't want the other girl to end up like...to almost go through with...saying nothing, the dark haired maid turned to follow her into the pantry as well, keeping a close watch on that arm of hers.

As it turned out, Phillip didn't have the first clue on what special ingredients they needed, so he spent the majority of his time rumbling through the stacks upon stacks of supplies. Lashing out with his hands, he reached forward in an attempt to grab anything...only to brush against the light switch instead and trip on a stray loaf of bread.

"Hey, watch ou-mmpf?"

The fall wasn't as hard as he expected, and he realized something soft had cushioned his blow; something was also covering his mouth. The lights flickered back on at that moment thanks to Ariel.

"Young Master, are you hurt? I heard a crash...."

Her words trailed off absently as she stared down at the sight before her. Phillip was....he was....his lips had landed upon Amy's! They must have tripped over each other in the dark and...and...Ariel's eye twitched slightly as the image was too much to bear. First Amy's mutilation, then her refusal for help, and now...now...

As silent as a ghost, Ariel left the pantry to return to the servant's dorm. There she closed the door and sat on the bed, staring blankly at the walls in front of her. Realizing his mistake, Phillip quickly crawled off of Amy with a dark blush.

"Crap, crap, crap, this isn't good! Sorry Amy..."