Wynonna: All right, Rosita, follow the path. The Ammolite will keep you safe.
Rosita: Yeah, from searing agony or you?
Wynonna: The rumbling you heard was Bulshar ending the curse. All right, there’s no Earp versus revenant thing anymore. We’re good. We don’t need to fight.
Rosita [to Doc]: It was your baby too.
Doc: I suppose you did what you did to survive, and I forgive you.
Wynonna: Totes. Water under the bridge.
Rosita: Mega convincing. I can smell the grudge on you like stale beer and Bubba Kush.
Wynonna: That’s the smell of my house almost burning down.
Rosita: Pinky swear you won’t hurt me?
Wynonna: How old are you?
Rosita: Pinky swear.
Wynonna: Oh my gawd. We hereby pinky swear we will not harm a hair on your head.
Rosita: Or anywhere else on my body. The devil’s in the details.
Wynonna: All right, whatever.