"Nothing… it’s nothing, just… I really, really hate teleportation. Of any kind," Handy explained as he tried to shake off the nauseous feeling the changeling portal had left him with. He had experienced at least five different kinds of instant teleportation now, if you include that space warping nonsense that went on in the Greenwoods and Lady Ashiah's ruins. Changeling emergency hex teleports which involved jumping through a portal of what appeared to be green fire, which did wonders for Handy's newfound pyrophobia as you might imagine, were his least favourites. Both because of bad memories, the fact that it looked like a vortex of green fucking fire, and because it left you with a dizzying, whirling sensation accompanied by a lovely feeling of burning.