“Dilaya.” Zen inclined his head, keeping his tone even. As always, he could not bring himself to look at her face, to meet her one gray eye and the dark eye patch, the mark of his mistake that haunted him to this day. “This girl has been my charge. Any crimes she has committed, any taboos against the school, are mine to bear. Though I do request that you think before accusing anyone of anything egregious.” He sensed when Lan looked up sharply at him.
