Teren smirks thoughtfully, looking at the ground, visibly exhausted. "Perhaps it's nice to have a creature around who doesn't care for war." Loathe though she may be to admit it, Boots is a calming presence. At least when he's not eating something he isn't supposed to, or shitting somewhere he isn't supposed to.
"If I could occupy my days chasing rats and sleeping in the sun, I daresay I might be more optimistic about the future."