In the ongoing series of things Benevenuta and Teren will probably still not explain, later - she isn't familiar with Teren's mother, but neither is anything she sees now new information. Having wrapped a cloak around the worst of the blood-staining, she's sufficiently presentable (at least until she takes it off--) to feel as close to at ease as possible in greeting the elderly elf warmly, low voiced as she identifies herself as one of the Ladies Thevenet and presses her hands a moment.

The long, sobering walk has done much to let her gather back her composure, her tattered dignity; there will be no more such outbursts as were witnessed in the burning chantry. If she's angry, still, then she has put it away where it belongs, which is not spilled about on this much put upon woman's rude floor. She is serene, instead, in a way that is -

in itself slightly alarming, paired as it is with the ugly bruising on her face and the blood on her dress and the lingering scent of smoke from burned out wood and flesh. Not a falsehood, just a different facet.