I must say, clothes are a new addition, though.

[he comes from a world of talking animals and he's assuming you're a resident, thanks to the outfit. He might not expect a response back, but he's going to continue as if he does.]

[he jumps a little at that. It's not that Tobias is talking. It's that the words are in his head]

[frowning a bit harder than before] Well now... perhaps that's just the way you talk. I can hardly claim to know how it goes, what with all these creatures coming from Aslan knows where...but it's enough to make a Wiggle think they've gone mad, voices showing up in their heads.

...Of course, it's only a matter of time before that happens, I'm sure. But it might be a bit reassuring if that was you and not the castle, rushing matters along.

Ah, well. I suppose that's a relief, then, however small. If this place stole your voice, at least it gave you a means of speaking in spite of it all.

[that gets a very puzzled look from the Marsh-Wiggle]

Has something gone wrong with your beak, then? Dreadful. Why, you could very well starve to death!

[......sorry, Tobias. The animals in his world have physics defying vocal chords]

[Puddle considers the hawk for a moment, looking him over carefully as if he's weighing the bird's words. Finally, he'll give a small nod]

Such a stoic way to deal with this tragedy. It's quite commendable of you.

...Are you quite alright?

Why, this castle of course.

[.....]

Did you not imply that it stole your mouth?

And yet you've said you cannot speak.

[these two things do not mesh in Puddle's world]

Then surely something has gone wrong?

Not to say the ability speak in minds isn't quite handy...

Ah... my apologies. I suppose it's no surprise. With how many worlds this place draws from, it hardly unlikely that one would be unfamiliar with such things.