Circe had been taken away to somewhere secure, while Amanita and Bitterroot had been thrown in a holding cell; the former for necromancy, the latter for involvement, considering she’d said she’d been Amanita’s travelling partner. Amanita paced back and forth the same ten feet over and over and over. “You could’ve gone,” she said to Bitterroot. “Just left me alone. You didn’t need to associate yourself with me and put yourself through this.”