If Teren dies in bed, something has gone very much awry. For the sake of her own reputation, she won't let that happen, even if it means using the last of her strength to drag herself outside and pick a fight with a bear.

The look she gives him is familiarly exasperated, but merits a smirk nonetheless. "Fine," she concedes, we both know which two it'll be, at least in the meantime, since telling you not to be a fool is about as useful as telling a swallow not to sing."
She sighs, letting her eyes fall briefly closed. "...just don't make a habit of getting drunk again. You become even more intractable, and it's embarrassing for everyone. Keep it together."
When her eyes open again, they're still hard, but with an unmistakable trace of concern.