[Some part of Teren is touched by how quickly Anders suddenly folds, another part is abruptly furious, and yet a third is just mindlessly relieved. She sighs and slumps against the doorframe, pressing two fingers to her temple as though trying to quiet her pulse, Teren you idiot, what did you think would happen?

The danger has temporarily passed, but there's a lot to process here. There's one especially pressing question, which Teren vocalizes, looking at Anders as though she'd rather be anywhere but here, having this conversation.]

Why were you listening?