He physically jumped as her voice reached him, he having been so lost he had not even noticed her enter or watching him. He did not face her yet, not quite able to. He kept his eyes tightly closed, face still pressed into the bag. He had always been centered, it was perhaps a forced one, a place he had demanded himself to remain rather than somewhere he went to naturally, but he just could not seem to get back to that place at the moment.
His throat felt dry and tight as a thin voice left him, words rough as sandpaper as they left him. "Master... Master I... I messed up." The guilt was clear in his voice, and still he could not quite look at her. She was going to be furious, she experted more of him. She was the one person he had been able to please and he had completely lost himself. He shook his head slightly, still not opening his eyes or releasing the bag.