She has respect for monks and nuns, of course. And her Ben is a wonderful, kind-hearted man who she was sure would have adapted well. But there weren't all that many kind-hearted men in the world, and for him to dedicate himself to God and vows still strikes her as something of a waste. As if God was greedy, keeping the good people to Himself.

She doesn't say that. But she thinks it, and maybe the quirk of her smile gives an indication of what she's thinking.

"Nothin' serious, I promise you. Just.... It might be nice to hear some of them, in the evenings. Be somethin' a little different." A way to pass the time, here in this place with no instruments and few books.

She'd even consider something in the Inn, all regular and involving people, although she's not sure if the culture of oration and poetry is current with most of her fellow villagers.