Ariel could only stand there, a hand held closely to her gaping mouth. How horrible! Amy was....and she still felt pain from all that time ago? Bending down to meet the other maid's gaze, Ariel reached out to pat her gently on the arm, mindful of the bruises and the cuts. "No...no I'm the pathetic one," she murmured. "Here I am complaining about accidents and the like....and you've had to suffer like this....heh, I really am weak after all." She spoke softly, as if confirming something hidden to herself and tears began to roll down her cheeks silently.

"Yes...here I am again, crying for myself when it's obvious you're the one in pain...sorry! I-I guess I'm still weak after all...ah, let me get you that medication then!" Holding back a choked sob, Ariel rushed into the bathroom without thinking of switching the lights on. Groping in the dark for the medicine, she tried to stifle her cries as much as possible.

She had still not told Amy her own story.