"Then say no more," she can guess the rest, and she truly isn't here to whittle secrets out of her. She isn't that gifted, and it would be an insult to Teren to try.

Her eyes slide back to her, licking the taste of wine on her lips absently. "That depends on you, was that all you wanted it to be? I do... enjoy your company, for what it's worth." She wasn't about to go chasing her off simply because she'd run out of questions. But there is a flatness. "I am, of course, a reckless, arrogant, displaced ruler, who keeps terrible things to herself, so I... understand if the same cannot be returned."

Her eyebrow lifts, the implication isn't self-pitying, Teren won't be doing herself any favours at the moment. Acting like politics didn't exist for the sake of politeness didn't change them, and she wasn't in the mood for those sort of games and vanities.

But the bottle and their empty glasses are between them.