Teren doesn't dream often. She's usually too exhausted, or can't fall asleep deeply enough, or just doesn't sleep at all, too busy circling the Warden camp and obsessively peering at each tent, shining her lantern just long enough to see that its inhabitants are present and breathing.
It's actually the grey hours of the morning when she's finally collapsed onto the pile of blankets in her tent, the soft grass beneath them more than sufficient for someone who hasn't slept on a proper mattress in decades.

It's hardly an interesting dream at all, when it happens: she's pacing a hallway, looking for someone, aggravated and concerned by their absence. It may be her fault they're gone, but if she can find them and make it right, everything can go back to normal.