Catskill’s mind and voice wanted to spew bile at Amanita, but she refused to let them. The first thing she’d managed to do herself in hours. She’d run out of bile back in Mystic. She almost felt Amanita’s grief herself. It was strange, how attached she’d grown to Amanita in the past day. Maybe it was finally having some company after so long in the unforgiving North. Maybe it was the knowledge that Amanita had saved her life, if in a roundabout way. Whatever the cause was, Catskill managed to refuse to let any of the hate welling up within her out. Her real self had so many things she wanted to say.