[Kit twists, paces, away and then back to Gansey's side again, his long stride eating up the distance, his black lion's tail lashing behind him in mute agitation. It's probably best if they don't stay near it. Things less picky than Kit will probably smell the meat.]

Only if I caught it happening again.

That's how I got here, I think. There was a little door in the air - not little for you, but I nearly crushed my wing when I got pulled through, like - like an ice lump getting dragged through a straw. It happened so fast, though. I didn't have any time to really look at the spell.

[This is Deeply Frustrating.]