When Anders feels her forehead, Teren leans away irritably, but not before he's had a chance to find that she's not feverish. She idly swats him away with a characteristic sneer, because he's being ridiculous.

"Maybe," she sighs, taking another drink and then handing him the bottle if he wants it, never mind that it's like six-thirty in the morning. "As a rule, I don't have vivid dreams that don't involve darkspawn." And every Warden has those, so it's no big deal. "Either that's not true anymore, or I was paid a visit."