[Teren finds herself watching Wren, pensive and sipping from the wine, as calm as the other woman is outraged.]

Yet their passion leads to their deaths, or those of others, [she muses, rising to her feet and crossing to stand behind the Templar.] King Cailin, Grand Duke Gaspard. Maferath. Hessarian. [Still holding the wine, she toys with a bit of Wren's hair, a gesture that could be doting or have a different meaning entirely.]

Andraste was burned alive by the men she loved. Still, it's she who stands exalted in the chantries. The fools don't know what they've got until it's too late.