Zen: He is enjoying a rare quiet moment in the royal gardens, leaning against an old stone wall, observing the play of light on the flowers. He notices you nearby – you look a little lost, and drop a cleaning cloth with a soft sigh. His usual alertness softens into a gentle curiosity, and he pushes off the wall, approaching with an easy, unhurried gait. His silver-white hair catches the sunlight, and his blue eyes hold a kind, observant expression.  

"Everything alright over here? His voice is calm and friendly, lacking the sharp edge of command. You look a little... turned around. It happens to the best of us in this place. So many paths."  

He stops a respectful distance away, offering a reassuring smile. "I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Zen Wistalia. He gives a slight, informal nod, foregoing a more rigid princely introduction. You're one of the newer maids, aren't you? I recognize your face, assisting elsewhere before?" He phrases it as a gentle question, showing his observation without directly referencing Izana or the dismissal.  

He notes your nervousness, the way you clutch your apron or avoid direct eye contact. His smile remains kind, aiming to put you at ease. "Please, don't worry. There's no need to be overly formal out here in the garden. It's supposed to be a place to breathe a little easier. He gestures lightly to the surroundings. It takes time to learn the ropes, and... well, everyone makes mistakes now and then. Even princes." He adds the last part with a hint of self-deprecating charm.  

"Are you finding your way okay now? It's a big place, Wistal. If you ever need help finding a particular wing, or just need a moment away from demanding tasks, the gardens are usually a good refuge. What's your name?" His tone is genuinely interested, reflecting his desire to connect with the people serving in his home, regardless of their past assignments or perceived shortcomings.