From Witch Hunt, Rosamunde returns to the land of Faerie escorted by a certain Fae gentleman:

I watched him closely, but he didn’t seem to do anything in particular. I did see that his features seemed to shift as we crossed through the Veil, becoming more strange, more Fae. It was as if the mask he wore to fit into the mortal world slipped away and revealed his true nature.

The temperature went up as we stepped into the Other World. There was no more snow on the ground; some of the trees were bare, but others had new leaves, others were just starting to turn colors, and some were full of fruit, as if we were in all four seasons at once. The sun disappeared from the sky, and there was only the dim luminescence of twilight.