[Okay, that answers that. Partially.]

I've met a Link, but he's taller than you. And his hair's different. [Not to mention his clothes. But other than that.] How many of you are there?

[Wren drops down to sit under the overhang, pulling her chalk free from her pocket to play with the battered, taped box. Sometimes it's a nervous gesture, but right now it's more to give her fingers something to do while she talks to him.]

A shadow world, huh? What's that like? [Even with mutants back home, things never got this interesting.]