She tossed her head. "Cells? No." It was more the matter of gold cloaks in full mail that had been a problem. She lifted a hand absently to one of the darkened bruises on her throat. Thank the gods her uncle had sent those creams.
She laughed. "However, I wager you've not seen Hester angered. The lady's claws are sharp, ser. Perhaps not enough to change the truth, but enough to make one consider the speaking of it," she said with a grin.