Ayeka held back the gasp as she felt Ilia press against her bosom. She wanted to hold her closer, carry her out of this. It seemed silly, but she didn't want her to get hurt because of her incompetence. Even with the princess' sweet smell, there was also the feel of her kimono, soft and silken, a real shame that the clay was ruining it.

She wrapped an arm around Ilia and with all of her strength, she began to fight against the deadly soup, trying her damnedest to get moving and towards the edge and solid land.