"Then you understand how it feels to hear that this was any less of a home to her," Peter retorted, the same hint of anger in his eyes, but with his also came a sharp drop in temperature. There was no ice to display the cold edge to his fury, but the chill was quick to settle. "And how dare you imply that we wouldn't care for her, that we wouldn't give her what she deserves. This might not have been her world, but it was her home. There are people here who love her. Dozens of us didn't mean to end up here, but this has become home for us."
His voice had been low as well, but far from soft. The words had bite, and he meant for them to have bite. But now he withdrew his anger, and softened his tone. "If there is something that needs to be done, some magic, or some ritual, that your people need to perform in order for her to rest at peace, that's one thing. I have no objection to that. But if you only want to take her away because you think you're somehow entitled to, then I'll send you an invitation to the funeral."