She met his burning gaze coolly, and followed him up the stairs at an even pace. She waited until he was seated, remaining standing herself. "What would you like explained? The other pulled from your world? There is nothing<em>to</em>explain. The worthless fool was dead in less than three days, struck down by a hunting centaur's arrow, who mistook the brilliant, orange vest he was wearing as a firepelt cougar. He never even made it to us, and mother and I argued for weeks over the idea of attempting it again, since the first attempt went so brilliantly."