Cersei cursed under her breath when Avon said that Fallmorik would recover. She knew that what she did was terrible and she hated herself for it, but the more what she did sunk in, the more she realized how much she really meant to kill him. There would be no way Fallmorik would go easy on her once it came to trial, unless of course his near-death experience caused him to have some sort of epiphony. It was unfortunate that things like that only happened in stories.<br/><br/>She said nothing more as they continued on, not protesting or resisting even when they put her in the magic-dampening cell. Once she was there, Cersei finally spoke up, but not for anything one would really deem as significant. "Hey, I just have one favor to ask if you can." She said, directing her question at Avon. "Is there going to be a point some time where I can wash up, and change into a new set of robes? Th-the blood is starting to dry and it's cold."