Bein' honest, I reckon that's how most of the Sisters play it. Whatever part of the Chant they're reading's always real bloody convenient for them, ennit?

[She sighs, offers a hand to Margaery while walking down a particularly rough patch of loose stones. They'll have to get her better boats.]

I believed it more before I started meeting you folk, coming outta rifts and all. You lot ain't made by the Maker.