Clumsy girl

Helen walks over to the girl, slowly, kneeling down in front of her, “Are you alright? Why are you crying?”

She raises her arms, guarding her head. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! Please… please don’t tell Madam Smith!”

The woman gently moves her arms away, trying her best to calm the girl, “Hush now. I won’t, I won’t.... Please, tell me why you’re crying?”

“I-I broke another plate.” She manages to whisper between two sobs, then wiped her eyes. “W-Wait, who are you?” Suddenly stop crying, a puzzled look on her face, cocking her head to a side, like a little puppy. Her mouth hangs open, clearly staring at your breasts. “Wooooooow~” She muttered wordlessly.

“I’m new”, Helen blushes, look back at the door, checking to see if there was anyone in sight.

The girl’s sea-blue eyes widen and she tries making herself small again. “Please don’t hurt me too…” She says in a tiny voice, hiding behind her hands.

Helen sadly shakes her head, and kneels next to her wrapping her arms around her, “I won’t. I won’t… Here, let me help you clean it up here.”

She nods, her long hair waving in time with her movement. “Oh… of course you won’t! You wouldn’t be here if you were the one that…” she suddenly pales, her azure eyes widening. “Speaking of which, why are you here? You should be in the kitchens! You’ll get into trouble.” She gets up. “Hurry up! Go! Go! I can handle this!” She wipes her tears away, a happy smile on her face now.