The chamber was much like any of the other dormitory bedroom chambers, but for the runes and sigils etched into the walls, and the double doors; a normal wooden door that swung inward, and an iron-barred door with a gap in the middle for passing things through that swung outward.  The wizard on guard duty pointed to the pitcher and basin on the stand in the corner, over the chamberpot.  "Washing up.  I'll go get you a change in robes.  When I get back, I can take your dirty water."  She left the area, and Hannar and Avon looked through the bars, looking mostly sympathetic.  They were the only ones who had seen how broken up she had been when they found her, so they were the only ones who realized how much she was affected by it all.<br/><br/>"You get cleaned up, have a rest," Hannar said calmly.  "Nothing to do now but wait.  The investigators will have a talk, and I'm sure the Justices will work with you to find a resolution."  He moved to go, and then paused.  "Hey, if you like, I can send you a book.  Do you like histories?  Fiction?  Poetry?"<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Days passed, a week.  Friends and acquaintances came by, but couldn't stay.  Her guilt wasn't in question, and magical means were used to ascertain how events went; as the Justices were Clerics of the Order, they had divine insight and divination on their side.  She didn't have an advocate, but one of the elder wizards who was well-disposed to her brought her news.<br/><br/>The small balding halfling, her favorite teacher, Mr. Proudfoot, shifted from foot to foot outside the barred door.  "Well, Fallmorik has been lobbying for the maximum penalty, whatever that might be, but the realistic choices appear to be either a geas or a stretch in a Time Cabinet, until the infamy of your deed has faded a bit.  An act of passion puts a pall across all of us, reminds people of the excesses of the Ungoverned Times," which was wizard-jargon for the days of free practice of magic that had led to the Night Plague.<br/><br/>Either way, it wasn't good.  She was either mystically restricted in her actions and abilities, able to know what she could to but unable to do it, or she was forced to leap into the future a certain amount of time, emerging a near-stranger to all those people and places she had known before.<br/><br/>"They'll most likely talk to you some more before they make any hard decisions."  He shifted again, not knowing what to do.  "Can... can I get you another book?  Do you need any more distractions?"