I think my mother was cremated and scattered on the winds. [Maybe? She doesn't remember when and how her mother died and just what her people did with bodies. The Kaled'a'in and their descendants cremate their dead and her people were the ancestors of the Kaled'a'in.] It's been a long time - her body's been part of everything for I can't imagine how long.

[As has Need's. This isn't, she thinks, her old, living body so much as a recreation of it.]

For a lay Sister you don't seem to like them much. [You can hear the capital letter. A little bit is coming back from that abyss of memory... yes, they called each other Sisters.] Why, you end up with the humorless kind?