[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.]
I came to ask after your kit, see if you needed any potions refilled, heard the talking and...
[He shrugs. The storm seems to have passed, though he's got plenty to think about for later. Some of it uncomfortable, too. Teren could do so much better. Should do so much better. Then again, one of her former lovers had stabbed her in front of him. Maybe she just had bad taste.]
[She certainly doesn't have safe taste, but anyone could say that about Teren. If only he'd known her when she was younger, seen how she'd do things just because they were rebellious and wrong, it might be all the clearer that some parts of people never change.]
It's fine.
[She waves him off with her other hand, still pressing her forehead with the other.]
The kit's fine. I have to go.
[Finally closing the door behind her, Teren steps out around Anders, tense and gloomy like a dog who's just been given a bath. She makes it several strides away before she stops, and, hating herself for it, turns.]
Are you going to tell him, [she asks dully.
No one chafes under authority more than Teren, and even if she hasn't strictly broken any rules here, she's always able to guess at how things will play out. It may not be life and death, but it will be a nuisance.]
[He doesn't watch her go, losing himself in thoughts until she speaks again. There's not an easy answer to her question, and Anders frowns for a moment.]
Are you still hiding things from him that would impact how he does his job?
[Being a good leader means so much to Nate. Anders is therefore a little invested in this answer, though he'd never imply that she should be beaten for leaving something out.]
[She watches him for a moment, considering. Finally,]
I don't know.
[Her life sufficiently tangled in falsehoods that, at this point, Teren can't confidently give an answer to that. There are things she hides every waking moment of her life, and for all she knows, they might be useful to Nate.
But in a way, there's pride in that. She will always be her own, no matter what blood she drinks or to whom she reports. Giving a weary shrug of one shoulder, she turns and continues away. Anders can draw his own conclusion. It's the best she can do.]
[He'll have to take it. At least it doesn't seem like she's doing it to spite Nate anymore. He watches her go this time before his mouth overrides his brain.]
Please be careful around her.
[Anders doesn't trust Wren as far as he could throw Boots. Not like that's entirely uncommon when it comes to Templars, but she's in a special category for him.]
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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?
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[He shrugs. The storm seems to have passed, though he's got plenty to think about for later. Some of it uncomfortable, too. Teren could do so much better. Should do so much better. Then again, one of her former lovers had stabbed her in front of him. Maybe she just had bad taste.]
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It's fine.
[She waves him off with her other hand, still pressing her forehead with the other.]
The kit's fine. I have to go.
[Finally closing the door behind her, Teren steps out around Anders, tense and gloomy like a dog who's just been given a bath. She makes it several strides away before she stops, and, hating herself for it, turns.]
Are you going to tell him, [she asks dully.
No one chafes under authority more than Teren, and even if she hasn't strictly broken any rules here, she's always able to guess at how things will play out. It may not be life and death, but it will be a nuisance.]
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Are you still hiding things from him that would impact how he does his job?
[Being a good leader means so much to Nate. Anders is therefore a little invested in this answer, though he'd never imply that she should be beaten for leaving something out.]
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I don't know.
[Her life sufficiently tangled in falsehoods that, at this point, Teren can't confidently give an answer to that. There are things she hides every waking moment of her life, and for all she knows, they might be useful to Nate.
But in a way, there's pride in that. She will always be her own, no matter what blood she drinks or to whom she reports.
Giving a weary shrug of one shoulder, she turns and continues away. Anders can draw his own conclusion. It's the best she can do.]
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Please be careful around her.
[Anders doesn't trust Wren as far as he could throw Boots. Not like that's entirely uncommon when it comes to Templars, but she's in a special category for him.]