If Albus was privy to Nike's thoughts about only magical humans being of any use, he would have smiled and nodded in sad agreement. He hadn't had the chance to speak to many people since his arrival on the island, mostly because he liked to keep to himself (and keep Gellert to himself, for that matter) but now, here he was walking slowly towards a slender built man and a startled-looking centaur. He glanced at Aizen, a ginger-eyebrow raising as the corner of his mouth pulled back in a wince before turning his blue-eyes towards Nikephoros.
There was no urgency or alarm in his voice when he spoke, his tone soft and reassuring. "Unfortunately, none of us here know where we are or how we came to here, and I do hate to give you bad news, but you are not anywhere near what was once your home, I'm sure."