What do you hunt? [She'd assume game, but she knows there are other creatures in the desert that the locals talk about with fear. From the look of the training he put the girl through, she has a hunch that his prey isn't anything so tame as deer or fowl. But it's always nice to have confirmation. And to know who has experience with the monsters.

Diana follows him to the table, and watches him right back without an ounce of reticence. Though the seed of doubt has been planted in her heart, she still wants to believe what she grew up learning. Who would she be, without that belief? That isn't something she's had the time to even consider.

The corners of her lips turn down.]

I killed Ares. [She's learned that unfortunately, her gods aren't widely known here, just as they were no longer known in the world of men, but she doesn't think to clarify. She looks down at her hands resting on the table for a moment before looking back to Geralt, brows drawn together.] His death should have been the end of men's corruption, and of their wars. But... I'm no longer so certain of that. [Saying it aloud feels like a betrayal, but also allows something in her to shift for the better. Like a weight she's carried has become different, if not exactly lighter.]