The maid slowly moved forward, the clinking sound of her heels hitting the tile echoing through the chapel. Her face could be seen through the dim lighting, her lips contorting into a grotesque smile and eyes fixated on the elder girl. "You disgusting thing," she said, poker raised to point accusingly. "I can smell it on you, smell it, smell what you use to draw them near..." Daniella laughed then, her whole body shaking as if convulsing. That girl wasn't innocent. She wasn't pious. She was retched, a revolting wench who caused nothing but trouble, nothing but trouble!

She would rip it from her. It was not fair, after all. Daniella was not complete, not... why should she be whole, be loved? She did not deserve it, just like that precious, little princeeeeeeeeessssssssss-

After a moment, her body stilled and calm returned to her mien. She regarded the patients with a blank stare, emotionally void. "The masters wish you to return to your rooms, now. But you, Miss," her eyes were focused on Bella, "The masters have something special for you. If you would kindly stay with me, please..."