She took a deep breath to try to calm herself and felt the tightness of the bandages around her trunk. For a second, she had hope. Had Amanita really healed her? Or was she hiding something? What had she done beneath the dressing? Catskill hadn’t thought about the bandage since the bear. She’d known she’d have to replace it, eventually, but that was always supposed to be later. Was Amanita hiding something? Clinging to one last straw, her heart said Amanita was trustworthy, that a “real” necromancer would’ve made her a slave, that Amanita would never do something like that, but what did her heart matter? It was dead. Right?