Amaya blanches at the greeting.  "But I didn't<em>mean</em>to..." she protests feebly as she enters.<br/><br/>Logically, Amaya knows she shouldn't feel guilty for what she did to Tsung.  She didn't even intend to hurt him, and she certainly can't say the opposite -- if anyone deserved to lose an arm, it was him.  She even healed him afterwards!<br/><br/>But none of that really helps very much, and despite the array of powerful Charms now boiling in the back of Amaya's mind, the great hall makes her feel as small as ever.  She paces across the hall towards her parents' meeting room, still clutching her satchel tightly.