You're late. Again. And you know damn well Tholindis certainly does not appreciate it as her heels stomp (though quietly, because this woman is never truly mad) against the stone tile across the house to you. She doesn't make even a sound, leaving you to soak in your guilt, and you can't bare to turn around and look her in the eye. You promised you would be home on time, a vast, dangerous promise that of course you couldn't keep.