He reached out to help her up, and just when Aysel thought that was the peak of her embarrassment, maids she had never even met before rushed over from various directions.
"Are you okay, Young Mistress?"
"First aid box!"
"Come and rest here, Young Mistress."
"Someone, bring an ice pack..."
Aysel had honestly never felt this embarrassed before in her whole life. Even though she was hurting, she forced herself to maintain a calm and poised facade. "Thank you, everyone, I'm perfectly okay, alright? You don't need to worry about me; please return to your posts, okay?" She was simply embarrassed but kept a smile. She even winked at them, charming the girls to a helpless point.
Butler Jones noticed this as well and waved the maids away. "Return to your posts, all of you. The Young Mistress will be tended to."
