That boy was quick at escaping.  Quick enough that another maid had accosted them before they had a chance to escape.  Help outside? That was the opposite of where they would want to be.  "Apologies.  We had just talked with the young master and he had already told us to clean up a mess upstairs."  The firbolg maid gave a face of mild irritation and as if catching herself making such a face, hid it.  "We'll clean it up as fast as we can and get out there." The firbolg lied, though, convincingly so.  At least in her eyes.