"Thank you," she murmurs, stepping inside carefully. Once she's through the door, she stands at attention - hands clasped behind her back, eyes straight ahead. Chin up. She remembers this vaguely from the Academy and thinks maybe she'll find the proper words to see it through regardless. Despite her eventual success, there were mistakes at the Academy. Moments not unlike this had followed, where she'd been called to account for her conduct.

She'd survived those moments. She can survive this if she does it right.

"I overstepped my authority," Maketh begins, careful not to make eye-contact. "Forgot my place. My conduct was unbecoming. I was not--well."

The last part comes out a little quieter than the rest.

Maketh twitches, and wishes she'd kept that to herself. "I will be better. It will not happen again."