"Not now, you idiot boy!"
When he holds the shirt out, Teren away incredulously. "Put it back on before you catch your death. Andraste help us." She actually sounds a bit angry, as opposed to the usual neutral curtness. "Put on a different shirt and then bring it to me."
She goes back to her sewing for a moment, shaking her head. "How has he made it this long," she mutters to herself.