The moment they step inside, Teren is compelled to throw her hand over her nose and mouth, overwhelmed by the stench of... it's not death, not quite, but that sick and primal odor they've come to know by virtue of what they are. Darkspawn, but not.
"Maker," she weakly intones, looking down at the ruined thing that used to be Nate. She's seen people go off to the Deep Roads, but never what becomes of them there, should they live long enough.

Anders has been keeping him like this. Her first impulse is to be angry, but she quiets it; she knows Anders, how deeply he feels, how stubborn he can be, how much this situation must be ruining him. Have ruined him.
"I won't let him kill you," she says, strained, to Alistair. What she will do, she has no idea.