"Tyrion," she said flatly -- not a rebuke, but certainly a hint of warning. The small child, his face curled up in a half-hearted snarl, moved towards her skirts, grasping at its folds as if it would be a shield. "This is Lea, and she is my guest, so don't you say rude shi--things, all right?"
She shot Lea an apologetic look. Perhaps her friend had spoken out of turn, unwisely, but how could she had known that the children would be waiting around there, listening?
"We'll find your parents," Euphie said after a moment, addressing both Cersei and Tyrion. Whether it is dead or alive, I can't really tell. "You guys should just -- relax."
"Relax? Really?" came an easy drawl, and a tall boy with the same golden hair as Cersei sauntered in, leaning up against the wall. "Our parents are missing, and you expect us to relax?"
"What else can you do?" Euphie said impatiently. "It's not safe for you and the others to go out there, you're not a squire yet, so just keep busy and we'll find out soon enough. Now, do you guys mind getting out of my hair for five seconds? I want to talk to Lea. Seriously, go, shoo. Go light the old man's forge on fire for all I care," -- Tyrion's eyes lit up, "--or play with the swords. Please don't cut each other's noses off or something though, really."
Mollified by the offer of swords and fire, Jaime and Tyrion scurried off, but Cersei hesitated, looking at Lea.