[ Jaime is relieved by this, and it shows as he relaxes in a way he didn't think he had to. Tyrion is safe. Tyrion is all right. Though he worries Cersei may appear and he'll know nothing of how to deal with her, he tells himself to deal with one problem at a time. ]

...it may be some time yet until we return to the Seven Kingdoms, in any case. No use fretting over the Targaryen girl now. [ Or Cersei, he imagines, who's gone just as mad with power and paranoia as Aerys had been when Jaime sank his sword into the mad man's back.

He grunts, bringing his hands up once more. Focus. Focus on the things you're good at. And again, Jaime tries to weave a web as he did earlier. ]

I can tell you one thing, at least. Should you ever raise arms against her, I'll fight for your side.