"What happened?" Lyra whispered to the maid, followed by Gena and Ella, who walked with short, fast steps. "Why do you say Lord Kleo is furious now? Does this all have anything to do with me?" They turned to corners, passing through various rooms bustling with things.
The maid who called out to Lyra looked both doubtful and regretful. Her steps looked dispirited, her face pale and helpless. "I don't have any idea, My Lady. But I suggest that you don't make a single mistake when you meet His Grace later. This is all for your good. We love you, My Lady."
Why did Lyra look like was on trial? 'Argh, this kind of situation again!' she cursed inwardly. 'Why am I often punished when I do not know my mistakes? Now is it wrong if I want to go and run away from Wereal?'
She was just looking for an excuse for the behavior she did. Many humans do that. Some extreme cases are even worse.
