Caelan had been wondering himself, how many people in this place were actually from this world? How many were actually like themselves, but had been here longer?

Of course, he’s a little more interested in Arkady and her world for the moment. Similar to his own, and yet so obviously different. “Yeah? I wondered if there were an Ireland in your world, and if your Whitechapel was the one I was thinking of.” He shook his head a little, “Well, it’s still not quite the one I’m thinking of. I suspect your world has gone down a very different path than my own by the sounds of it.” The selkie would love to ask further, to learn of what his folk were like or what they were known for in her world, but there was so much to think over already.

Humming, the sound coming out a bit questioning as she mentioned where she’d been last. “You too? I admit, I’m a little more use to the idea of there being multiple worlds which one can walk isn’t entirely strange... But this is another sense of the idea entirely, you aren’t the first I’ve heard to come from somewhere they shouldn’t be. Makes one wonder over how common a problem it might be, or if we’ll ever get home.”