Amanita held a hoof on her chest and she took deep, gulping breaths. In absence of making a joke about her, Catskill simply sat and waited for her to get her body under control; she could almost see Amanita’s heart beating her way out of her ribcage. But it wasn’t long before sitting up stopped being such an effort for her and she was rummaging through her saddlebags. She pulled out a flattish loaf of blackish bread and wolfed a bite down without even chewing. After a moment, Amanita tore the loaf in two and levitated half over to Catskill. “You hungry? Try it.”