Viora was rather surprised by the knight's words, as was Alaree. Beatrice, however, was at a loss for words, her teary eyes shining as she stared back at the knight. It wasn't because she had failed? It was because he simply felt it to be his duty to help? After a few wavering moments of silence, she looked down at her lap in muted embarrassment.

"... I-I'm sorry," she mumbled to herself, blushing, "It... I... I-I made a f-fool of myself, didn't I..."

As her fellow maids approached to help her to her feet, quite a few different things seemed to happen all at once. The more mundane among them was the exits and entrances of a few knights. The more stunning was a rabbit-eared... individual appearing spontaneously in the middle of the room, followed by a very short girl the maids were sure they had seen in a painting before.

All three were stunned into silence. For a few moments at least.

"... Aaaah, all these people getting in the way, my arms are getting tired!" whined Alaree. In fairness, the steaks were rather enormous, but it was still rather inappropriate. Viora, accordingly, whacked her on the back of the head.