"Only once?" the hunter asked, going for a joking tone so the mood didn't turn dark. "I could never have been a nun. My temper's too quick and I only have so much patience when I'm not hunting. I couldn't have spent all that time praying and all that."
She paused, wondering if that bordered on offensive, then added, "I do meditate, though, usually when I'm out in the woods. Being removed from people means I talk to myself more often than not, so I've gotten kind of adept at finding my third eye or whatever you want to call it. I guess it's not too different than being cloistered, just with more chances of meeting a man. Or a woman, if that's what you want."