[Teren takes her sweet time. Perhaps it's because she knows Wren will wait, and enjoys messing with her on that level. Perhaps she has other reasons.

Either way, it appears Wren isn't the only person who's had a face-altering situation, because when Teren lets herself in she's got a strip of cloth wrapped around her head to cover one eye. It's not a bandage anymore, the wound has healed as much as it's going to, but that doesn't mean people need to see it.

She strolls in like she owns the place, as ever, cracking a tiny smirk at seeing Wren perched so expectantly on the desk.]

Ah.

[There's the offending nose.]

That is indeed broken.