"Last time I fell off the... Oh *****. Sorry, but no one is trying to eat us, we don't seem to be in danger, I sure as ****s would rather not try and call him to try to get us home. I'd rather not owe him anything more than I already do." Her expression was dark, and she kept her hands at her sides by sheer force of will; curling her fingers around the pommels of the daggers.

She sighed heavily and looked at him. "Dead again? How many times have you died?" Had he not been so clearly mortal, that would have worried her. But the undying weren't so.... well, she was pretty sure she could take him down. She didn't favor her odds one on one against the undying. Maybe this was some other magic. She really hated magic.

"If you were in the middle of a war, and now you're not, why the *****s would you want to go back?" She might have failed history, but that one seemed pretty obvious to her.