It was, in a sense, just like handling a snake. In fact, she thought of it in such terms, and those terms made it easier to manage. All she had to do was watch closely, keep her distance and she’d be able to avoid his strikes.

Of course, the strike did eventually come. His voice had been deceptively low-key and calm, the question that lingered on the end of his mention of her father almost convincing in its execution. Inwardly, she fumed. He’d been able to answer so easily, and to bring Tesseract up so quickly and so nonchalantly...Oh, it made her blood boil! Yet, on the outside, she remained composed. She grinned, then she frowned slightly in thought – at least, perceived thought. In truth, she didn’t want to think too much on Tesseract, her father, at all. In fact, she hadn’t even known for certain that he really had come back at all. It had been...some time since she had last seen him, and she wasn’t sure whether to believe Eden or not.

"If I come by him, I will pass the invitation onto him for you,” she replied in what she hoped was a timely matter, lest he begin to realize his swipe had made some purchase. He had moved to speak, and she could see the fake ‘thanks’ on his lips. She shook her head, grinned, and interjected. "Consider it nothing, Fortitude. Arturio, after all, would surely expect his wolves to help an ally even if it is such a small thing to do.” There, she thought, he knows the boundary now. As a wolf of Diveen, she knew it gave her at least some protection, though likely not from his words. It might, at least, stop him from sending some wolf to tail her. On one occasion, when she had seen her father, he had informed her of a pale wolf who had been following him for some time. Cersei didn’t want that ghost attached to her, and especially not to Sinclair or their daughters.

"I’ve heard of your children,” she began suddenly, "and I find myself wondering if perhaps you have some younger daughters who might be interested in spending some time in Diveen?” She spoke confidently, and in her mind, she constructed a fake ‘task.’ It would be easy to pull off, she thought. If she offered the invitation to take in some of Glorall’s children, she’d be able to secure more protection for her family – Faye and Sinon would make friends easily, even if the others had been raised with Eden in their ears. Then, she simply had to give the idea to Arturio, who would certainly agree. She’d make the move before the command had been made. To Cersei, it was clever. It was just a bonus that it moved the conversation away from her father and stopped her thoughts from walking down those paths.

"They could learn diplomacy and healing,” she suggested, her posture having shifted to that more akin to a...diplomatic discussion. She had eased her muscles, straightened her shoulders, began to watch him with a lax gaze. Easy. "Or self-defense, if that is more to their liking. I know I was never one for learning the more boring parts of pack-work.” She laughed easily. Still, she kept Faye and Sinon’s very names away from him. You could see a snake ready to strike, but you couldn’t always tell its target.