“This, this is different,” said Amanita, waving a hoof dismissively at Bitterroot. She didn’t even get up. “I can’t resurrect her. But, but with something closely related to her, I can, I can call her spirit up so I-I can apologize.” She threw back her head and laughed. Somewhere along the line it turned into sobs. “I can apologize… for lying…” She rubbed her eyes. “F-for getting h-her k-killed… For-”