"Well, you've seen the TV special on me. Even if you don't agree, I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from." For that moment, her tone gets somber, and she isn't unlike a candle guttering in its own wax. And then the mood disappears, buried like a footprint under snow. "I'm surprised you didn't have a priest in your collective."

She gets back up. "Do you want to rest first or should I?"