She tilts her head up, and the rest of her follows, sitting back into the chair. That roll of her shoulders, exposing the long line of her throat. Chuckling briefly as she does so, that had to come back to bite her eventually. But she is no more ashamed of it now then she was then.

"... I am not good at holding my tongue."

Her hand lifts, idle, moving the white strip of fabric that had fallen away back up her body, covering herself in absent habit

Or maybe to watch, where it was that Teren was watching.