[Here is the same maid from
before, looking much less bloody and less distressed, though her left eye is still bandaged.
She stares silently in to the feed for a few moments, gaze lowered, before it darts to the side slowly, an almost fond, or perhaps it's sad?, look on her face.]
... I would like to know what to do. On a- ["human child"- no, wait-] child's birthday. For that child to enjoy themselves.
Please instruct me.
[...] Thank you.