[She watches him levelly, but there's an increased furtiveness about her, an obvious underlying insecurity. Teren is generally good at pretending she isn't wrong when she is, but when she acknowledges that she is, she has no idea what to do. So withdrawal seems the obvious choice, remove herself from the equation entirely until everyone involved either forgets about the problem or about her.
On some level she's aware there are those who actually solve their problems by talking about them, but that sounds terrifying and emotional and completely out of control, not the way she operates at all.]

I'm fine, [she says again, with a touch of anxiety.] As I ever am. [Besides, details only give people ammunition. Show someone you care about them and they can lure you halfway across the continent to put a knife in your back.
She looks down, showing a glimmer of contrition, perhaps for the first time since Anders has known her.]