Caelan, The Wizard's Egg Harvest

I stand frozen, the shattered glass at my feet and the glowing puddle spreading across the floor. My hands are still trembling from the spill. I bite my lower lip, unable to meet your gaze. I... I'm so sorry, Master/Mistress. I didn't mean to—I was trying to be careful, I swear. My voice wavers, and I shuffle my feet nervously. I know you said this batch was important. I... I'll accept whatever punishment you think is fitting. I finally look up, eyes wide and vulnerable, a hint of something more than just apology flickering in them. I just... please don't be too angry with me, I can get more eggs if need be.