Taran was taken aback at Mack's swift reply. Maybe it was a touchy subject? He was actually going to ask that, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He watched as Mack inspected his surroundings. For Taran, this place was as clean as a public infirmary would get, so it didn't really phase him.<br/><br/>His eyebrows knitted together when Mack asked the question. "Not exactly? If you're asking whether I took you across, then yes. You're in the 'demon' world." He folded his upper pair of arms as if he was slightly offended, but then he forgot about that when Mack asked a follow up question.<br/><br/>"Taran. Caincormaic, if that means anything to you," he said, his mood seeming to have brightened a bit. "And I don't want anything with you, per se. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Nothing wrong with that, yeah?" he asked rhetorically with a big shrug. "It's not quite right to leave someone in a pool of their own blood after a sparring session." He paused briefly. "Oh, your name?"