To any other wolf-girl, it might have been a great insult. But what do I have to thank the gods for, besides short winters and the green promise of spring? My perfunctory faith hasn’t prevented Virág’s lashings, or Katalin’s vicious taunts, or stopped the Woodsmen coming to take me.
"Perfunctory." Author uses this word quite a bit — all throughout her bibliography as far as I can tell. Not sure it quite fits everywhere she uses it.
