"I don't think you're going to believe this, but I actually don't think many people commit any sort of treason in their lifetime," Alma smirks before taking a swig of her potion.  Only about half the bottle would be needed to mostly heal her wounds.  Since she's away from her supplies, she wouldn't want to down all of it in one go.  Who knows what else could try to kill her.  She briefly glances around and raises an eye brow.  All he could need?  Well he certainly didn't need much.  Or at least he needed much different things than she did.  She turns to look at the stone.  The second she touches it, a great feeling of dread washes over her and yanks her hand back.  "Um, hm, well, lets see then," she clears her throat and goes to grab it once more.  How pathetic would it look if she acted scared of a stone?  It emanates such a powerful energy, it's almost intoxicating.  She turns it over in her hands and takes a deep breath.  "It's... amazing.  I don't know what to make of it, but the strength it has is incredible.  The abilities the queen had must have only tapped into the surface.  This thing has the capability to do so, so much worse," she comments before setting it back down on the table.  Handling it was a bit overwhelming, so she didn't want to hold it for too long.