Instantly relief dawns on Teren's face when Alistair steps out of the crowd, though she's at once distracted by Bethany's yelling.

"...do we, though," she mutters, possibly too low to hear. It would certainly be tragic if all the most powerful Orlesian nobles burned to death at the same gathering, in their big stupid house, at their big stupid party. How poetic. She might actually consider dying here worth it, seen in that light.

But it's probably best to focus on getting out of the ballroom, for now. Perhaps she can waylay Bethany and Morrigan when her lungs aren't filling with smoke.