The older mage, Hannar, just stepped up to her and took her by her right bicep, not even holding her particularly tightly.  He had some incapacitating magic at the ready, of course, but he didn't really expect her to try and fight or flee at this point.  "Just relax.  We can walk together."  He sighed, and started to steer her back toward the Guild House.  "I know what you mean about Fallmorik; he's the worst person for that job.  But the Guild isn't so large that we can afford to be picky."  He paused, and continued more conversationally.  "And that also means you're not finished, either.  We can't afford to lose a wizard, really.  But... I won't lie, there's going to be consequences.  But you'll make it through," he said reassuringly, squeezing her arm like a friend would -- but not letting go, of course, because she was still in custody.<br/><br/>The younger man, Cersei's former classmate, Avon, spoke up, still listening to the Communication Cups as he followed.  "They say Fallmorik is going to recover."  They also said he might be crippled for the rest of his life, and need pain relief the whole time, maybe, but Avon didn't share that tidbit.<br/><br/>"There, you see?" Hannar said softly.  "It's not like you killed anyone.  You'll have to atone for losing control like that, but that's doable.  I've seen worse on this job; I've seen a rogue come back into the fold.  If they'll allow that, they'll figure something out for you."<br/><br/>Avon piped up in a confused voice.  "Are you talking about Old Nagel who sweeps up in the labs?  I thought he was under a geas...  Oh, sorry," he finished lamely as Hannar gave him a sharp look.<br/><br/>Hannar wasn't lying, but he also wasn't as hopeful as he sounded.  There were a lot of variables, and the conditions for Cersei "making it through" were very broad, and she might not like all the options.  A lot depended on how the victim reacted, and what they demanded, and Fallmorik probably wasn't going to be easy to appease.  Hannar just wanted to get the girl safely to the warded, magic-dampening holding cells; then she'd be safe, everyone else would relax, and they could all try and figure out a solution to this mess.