"Cardiff is the capital of Wales, Wales is the land that borders on Mercia. I think. Or it would back home." Arthur said. Geography had never been his strongest subject, but he had looked at a map and figured some of it out for himself. "But you're right. It's completely mad."
Arthur shrugged and fiddled idly with the bed covers. His long fingers ran over the smooth material, it was so different to his covers back home that had been rough to the touch compared to this, and Arthur had always been given the best. "I don't know what to think," Arthur said seriously. "We're stuck here and we have to get used to it. Unless you know someone who can just magic us back home."
It was a throwaway line. Arthur knew that there was probably no such thing as magic here. Just a rift and aliens, although both of those things meant nothing to him.