As the exchange went on, Lea berated herself for her insensitivity. She had been working too much, hadn't she? Gotten used to throwing out orders, devising solutions—pretty sentimentality wasn't useful in her line of work, and though it came with her nature, she had sought to beat it out of herself with furious dedication.
Looking at Tyrion, she couldn't help a stray thought: maybe the time had come to welcome pretty sentimentality back. Lea found herself captive to the dark-haired boy, unable to look away from his small form. Her eyes followed Tyrion even as he left the room.
It took a moment for her to react to Cersei's frank gaze. "Go," she said, firm. "I'm here to help."
Nevertheless, mistrust burned in Cersei's blue eyes as she gracefully made for the forge. Sighing, Lea addressed Euphie once more, "I'm sorry. I'm usually more careful." After a beat, she continued, "Although the question still stands."