"The centaurs..." Quentin had explained it all to her before, so in a way it was kinda like deja vu. "After Martin Chatwin bit a chunk out of my shoulder, the centaurs healed it the best they could."
He let her push him away and broke into a smile. "Twice, actually. Brakebills South." He closed the door behind her and ushered her into the small house. "And what about you? You went to the Underworld?"