"Yes. Ah... that's the name of the peninsula we're on. If the world has a name, or had one, I'm afraid I don't know it." Regulus notes the blush, and elects to ignore it. It seems like the polite thing to do.
Turning on his heel, he starts back towards Bavan, checking over his shoulder to make sure Potter is following him. "It isn't a place that entirely fits with the world we know. I imagine that's why our magic doesn't work here, although She hasn't seen fit to confirm or deny that."
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Turning on his heel, he starts back towards Bavan, checking over his shoulder to make sure Potter is following him. "It isn't a place that entirely fits with the world we know. I imagine that's why our magic doesn't work here, although She hasn't seen fit to confirm or deny that."