"Is it.." Good morning wasn't something he heard too often, at least not exchanged with him. Though he was less ignorant towards the phrase, it was odd nonetheless. The night was cold and lonely, and the morning only reminded him how he didn't know if he could ever go back home or not. He was starting to wonder how the others had dealt with the invasion that day, if they revolted, or won. Maybe if he were to find a way back nothing would've changed but a few broken windows and cracked stones. But this was all wishful thinking...<br/><br/>After watching Fakir eat and fix himself to the wagon, he deigned to slump his upper half over the driver's seat, scrambling with a slight panic once the thing jolted. He had a warning, but stil dug his claws deep into the wood to steady himself, despite little chance of the whole length of him falling out. From there it was just a long ride, the sun that shown more and more through the leaves brought some comfort.<br/><br/>Right when he was assuming it'd take a day and a half to reach the well, he saw it, waiting for the wagon to stop and Fakir to help him from tumbling off it's side from the height. Instead of latching onto the centaur like before, Mesut smoothed his body over to the well himself, dragging himself up it's side to cling onto one of it's wooden beams, before sitting neatly around it's side. He peered down into it, a well, surely, a dark pit down below. It was more cobbled and worn than theirs at the temple, decorated with marble, but the faint drips of water he could hear made him eager to get his body soaked. "Is it safe water...?" He inquired, skeptical of the location and open use. Mesut didn't know how these things worked, but had heard of 'bad water' before. He sniffed the mouth of the well suspiciously, face full of doubt.<br/><br/>When Fakir strided up alongside, he turned his eyes to scan him again, seeing he'd brought a comb. "...Fakir.." He leaned his cheek up against the side of the well he clung to, furrowing a brow in thought. "Why do you wear those? Like humans do. I was told they have clothes because their mating parts are on the outside. But you're all chest up there." Mesut was never expected to cover up, curiously he looked himself up and down, the modest slit along ihis abdomen seemed barely discernable. Instead they were decorated, such jewelry long lost to the bandits by now. But the acolytes were more attached to those riches than he was anyway.<br/><br/>Mesut pulled all of his hair back, falling out behind him in a mess that needed a dire rinse, as did the rest of him. By now a lot of the dirt from having been manhandled into a pondside had flaked off, but he still looked... discolored in some of his brighter markers, almost worried if it was possible to be stained.