Teren sighs, rolling her eyes, but without the usual sense of superiority that accompanies it. She just wants this over with, she wants this whole awful mess to be gone and done and she never wants to think about it again.
...or see any of the other Wardens like this again, but she can't focus too hard on that at the moment, since she has to survive long enough to see their old selves. ...current selves. Whatever.

She remains on the ground with the wrapped body, letting the other two discuss it. The circumstances have made Teren very much an outsider, and she can hardly blame them for treating her as such.