"Uh oh. I hope she'll be okay." Camille murmured, going to observe the cake once more before going to sit on her bed.
"Eh... something's not wight hewe." The girl stammered, approaching the body despite Pandora's warnings. After staring at it for a moment, she started to walk toward the head, not noticing anything wrong with the body. Pandora, however, saw the problem with it, and watched the body warily.