"Amy, wait!"

Phillip bolted out of his seat and left both Ariel and his still half-eaten burger in the kitchen. Realizing the sudden brashness of his actions, he back-tracked to the hallway to peek in the kitchen entrance.

"Ariel, just stay there, alright? I gotta talk to Amy."

The dark-haired maid sighed softly, so soft that Phillip didn't register it, before nodding her head. Getting her approval, Phillip raced over to the servant's quarters before barging into the room, only to see Amy clenching her arm protectively.

Guessing what she was thinking to do, he said, "Amy, just calm down. No one is going to hurt you, and nothing will be solved if you keep shoving me away. Please...let me help you."