[ The tower is left forgotten, his attention solely on his companion who falls into an internal stupor that ratches up his worry. Allen...? Concern mars his mouth and he draws up behind him. He sets a hand on his shoulder, needing that solid point of contact, as much as it is for Allen.
He lets him parse through his thoughts without pushing him to explain and patiently waits for his return while he examines the odd carving on the tree. It's not a symbol he recognizes. It reminds him of ancient script, yet completely different. From another world.
My Edinburgh.
This is... your world? He recognizes the name even the city - even if he hasn't been there himself. Still, that's another Scotland. The one from his world, this... He looks around, taking a second look at that horse-drawn carriage. ]
Allen. [ It hits him then. ] Are we in your world?
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He lets him parse through his thoughts without pushing him to explain and patiently waits for his return while he examines the odd carving on the tree. It's not a symbol he recognizes. It reminds him of ancient script, yet completely different. From another world.
My Edinburgh.
This is... your world? He recognizes the name even the city - even if he hasn't been there himself. Still, that's another Scotland. The one from his world, this... He looks around, taking a second look at that horse-drawn carriage. ]
Allen. [ It hits him then. ] Are we in your world?