For all that she'd been around more than long enough to begin to get as used to the place as she was ever likely to be, Granny was still not at all pleased by many of the things that had come up over the course of her stay. Dreams or no, it wasn't right to keep a body hostage without their permission and she'd had about enough of trying to deal with things that didn't make any sort of sense*.

Honestly, the only reason she'd even known to come out to the right district to step from one world into another was because it was the sort of thing that witches were instinctively drawn. She would, of course, insist that she hadn't had any inclination to step through to another world, but she was there all the same. She refused to blink in the sunlight. The sun wouldn't get the better of her here.


*Most of which would have, if she'd found it in her to only ask, but her pride would never have allowed it.