That's—

[it's not damning, she wants to scream. they just need to think. there are plenty of others who can use amber this week; why should that point to her? her token count does add up, she's never missed one of their tasks. the fabric from her robe - why on earth would she wear something to trial that she committed murder in, anyway? she's not that stupid. and percy, he's the one who found that scrap of fabric at the scene. who's to say it was there to begin with?

he could have pulled that scrap from her today, while they were in this meeting hall.

and there were others chang geng was comfortable with. it doesn't mean it was her. why would she ever want to hurt him?]

This isn't right! You must know, this isn't right. I would never...

[she isn't refracting, but how is anyone meant to believe her? she can see motion out of the corner of her eyes - the nodding of heads - and she shakes her head, a little desperate, and pleads to them.]

Even if I was refracting, I wouldn't choose to kill Sir Chang! Just think about it. He's trained to fight; I am not. I'm not stupid enough to pick a fight I couldn't win.

[and then, to percy - ]

How could you do this to me?