"Yes." Her caution is eroding. This is the kind of doctrine her own Mothers taught. Life and death springing from and returning to the same womb, and the Sisters haven't quite adapted the same worldview. She can't blame them; they're practical, and they're kind. But she was raised with the tacit acknowledgement of a power they don't really comprehend, even as they possess it, and even if it was brutally torn from her under Joe's regime, she remembers.

The strange woman's words speak to something almost primal in her.

"I can get you those. How fresh? Do you mean hot from the oven, or still bleeding out?"

Personally, she prefers to eat meat cooked, but it wouldn't shock her if this being wanted something newly-butchered and raw.