It took Lilaena a moment to shake off the shared vision. She'd observed Lyydea's memory from the sidelines, but it was a powerful and emotional touchstone for the Zeltron, and some of that had leaked through to her. She blinked away tears of her own, steeling and grounding herself in the present, in what she was doing. "Lyydea. Lyydea!"

Her voice was sharp. Loud. Had to be, to break through the girl's mantra of I'm a good girl. Lyydea paused, peeking out at her master. Lilaena looked stern, forced herself to look firm and sure of herself. "It was an accident. Of course you didn't mean to - you were just a child."