Cersei stared at Fallmorik's broken body in horror. She saw the sleeve of her robe and the back of her hand was covered in blood, but when she looked at her palm, she saw it was clean as it had been before she unleashed her spell. She began shaking in fear, unable to regain her composure until she heard the footsteps in the hall. She had a to cast a quick spell to hide the blood on her so she could leave without raising too much attention to herself in particular. After taking a second to cast her Image masking spell, she took the sword from under her bed and ran out to the entrance of the guild hall. "Shit shit shit shit shit" she mumbled to herself as she ran, holding the weapon's scabbard in her hand. She didn't know where to go next, there was nowhere to go except out of the city, and she didn't even know if there really was a way out to begin with.