Zea dusted herself off and stared placidly at Dro Thinh as she undoubtedly sifted through what was findable in Zea's mind. Zea was perhaps a little heterodox in practice, but her beliefs were spot on and she did good work without embarrassing the temple. Any half-worthy Iniman official ought to be inspired by what they found in Zea Misra's thoughts, at least in her opinion, and perhaps someday one of them would be. Then maybe she wouldn't have to bear all the responsibility alone. Just most of it.
At the assessment that she conducted experiments, Zea merely raised her eyebrows in assent. Of course she did. She couldn't well teach anatomy worth a damn if she weren't willing to have a bit of a poke around inside of a corpse.
This question, though.
For a moment Zea blanked. The answer was so baldly simple that if Zea just said what she thought Dro Thinh might think Zea was being insubordinate or at least rude. How could she break it down beyond that, though? Her reasoning was so basic, so obvious, that it said more about the rest of the world than it did about her that Zea was the one who'd followed it to its natural outcome.
"Because they could be better," she managed. "When my roof leaks, I patch it. When we learn to make a better roof we make a better roof. A better human body would..." What the hell line of questioning was this? "...be... you know, better."
Obviously. What the hell. This wasn't nuanced stuff. Better things were better.