"When I have ever given you reason to look up to me," Teren snaps at Bethany, but quickly reins herself back in with a scowl, withdrawing her hand from Alistair's head and folding it with the other in her lap. She's not looking at anyone, including her mother, though Radegund does glance over her shoulder at the sound of terse voices. She scowls at the guests, as if to say 'behave', before going back to what she's doing.

"I'd intended to leave you at the manor," she mutters, "you'd faff about looking for the Architect, find nothing, and return home. I see now I should have accounted for Raelle, though why she thought it appropriate to get the lot of you involved, I couldn't begin to tell you." Her words are bitter, and quiet, and she tears at a small shred of her ruined gown as she speaks.

"Why would I have told you. I needed a reason to leave Skyhold, and by the time the cat was out of the bag," she looks pointedly, but not angrily, at Benevenuta, "you'd all been dragged into it already." She purses her lips and shakes her head, briefly squeezing her eyes closed, silently disgusted.
"...I'd never have brought you into it at all, had I known," she says, a little more quietly, and rests her bony hand on Alistair's head again. She looks desolate in this moment, still processing the total betrayal to which she's just been subjected. Lies all around.

"It was a stupid plan," she mutters, "concocted by a stupid person who should have bloody known better."