[She... does not like that there have been rumors.
Teren has been spending the majority of her time in her tent, being a recluse and sewing and avoiding the rest of the world, more specifically the other Wardens. She feels a pang of guilt when Anders remarks on not seeing her, but...

...well, is it for the best?]

Rumors? [She looks over her shoulder at him, a bit warily. In her lap is a scrap of fabric with experimental designs in needlework, the thing that's been keeping her mind busy in lieu of talking to people about her worries.]