“And if the law agrees, I’ll be out soon. But-” Amanita reached through the bars and lightly touched Bitterroot’s hoof. “Listen. It’s not like I… don’t appreciate the sentiment or anything, don’t get me wrong. I’m really happy that you think I’m a good pony. It’s just… I don’t.” Her hoof slipped away. “And I don’t think I should be out there until I think I am.”