Cersei, although not surprised, was still taking it hard. She dreaded what was to come, especially now after the disaster that their last mission was. She was emotionally unstable, ready to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation, but she had to try her best to keep calm. Her material was crappy at best right now, all of the missions coupled with minor goofing off and lack of motivation cutting in to her research time. For the entire time, her eyes were locked on her feet as she looked down in shame. Simple new spell combinations, focusing on one she had come up with in the mines that she called spontaneous combustion. It was nothing outstanding less than a shadow of what she could come up with were she in her best form.<br/><br/>Her fearful gaze shifted to her bed, where she had hidden her jeweled sword. Terrible thoughts were jolting through her head, but she tried to rationalize them as they passed through her synapses by saying that she would only hit him with the flat of the blade, or just knock him out, or give him something less than a mortal wound. It didn't matter, it was still all bad. Finally managing to look up at him, she let out a stuttering whine that barely passed as speech. "W-what do you think?"