“She died saving me from a bear,” said Amanita. “And I… I couldn’t just let her stay dead. I’m a necromancer; pulling ponies back from beyond the veil is kinda my thing. But her injuries were far too severe to just bring her back right then and there. I mean, she had a hole in her heart. So… I…” She sighed and ruffled her mane. Her voice dropped even more. “…kinda-sorta enthralled her and did some long-term healing magic on her. Healing’s my special talent, actually.” She pulled up the cloak and displayed her flank to Bitterroot: a red cross. “Ne-”