Though at first Teren doesn't seem bothered, the conversation leads to actual parenthood, and she gives a derisive snort. "Well, it takes a bit more than that," she mutters, and, excusing herself for a moment, she marches back into the shed to bring out a second bucket, this one of water.
"There are few people in the world less qualified," she continues once she's hefted it onto the ground, though her attitude softens slightly as she folds her arms, glancing briefly at Loghain before averting her gaze again.
"I suppose it isn't meaningless that you raised the Queen of Ferelden," Teren muses, almost grudgingly.