Teren squeezes her eyes shut, obstinate as always, but her resolve is beginning to break down. She's not being tortured, after all. Someone who ostensibly cares about her is here, begging her to let him do her a favor. It's ridiculous, she thinks as she continues to grimace, you're being ridiculous.
"Fine," she pants, and, quick to find an upside, "you don't need me to move more, do you?" She can presumably stay as dressed as she is, and also avoid aggravating the accursed thing again.