Sainan had not considered the Mes’Mo’Tanian might not want to speak with him; he had simply assumed the man would answer his questions. So when the man at first questioned how many questions Sai had posed for him, he wondered if the man would actually answer him. He did however, and Sainan listened intently, his near-black eyes studying the stranger closely to see the way his green eyes stayed on him while he spoke, how his hands remained in place thanks to the manacles, the way the water lapped against his booted feet. How strange it was to see such color in eyes, such paleness in skin. It made him feel woefully naïve that it was the first time he had seen it, but he had spent most of his life in the castle or at<i>Caltra</i>, where foreigners were often not allowed. To hear the man had been part of the Mes’Mo’Tanian army and had led forces to assist in winning the war against Khlurios was equally strange to him. If this man was that bad, why did he seem so amiable? And why had Navia been with him?<br/><br/>Wanting to know more, wanting to know if this man was a threat or if he had harmed Navia in any way, Sainan remained in the window while the Mes’Mo’Tanian spoke of someone defending him. He must have been referring to Navia, seeing as the guards had joked about him being her lover. That confused Sai even further as he wondered why Navia would let a Mes’Mo’Tanian into her life. Everyone in Khlurios hated them and if this man had done so many bad things, how did his proud Khluri sister look past that? Was it because he seemed to regret what he had done to Khlurios? Sainan believed him there; the man had looked away from him when he explained why he had been thrown into the dungeons. More questions cropped up in his mind, just as the man asked if he had more and added he had some of his own.<br/><br/>A lopsided grin formed on Sai’s features upon hearing the man insinuating he was also a captive in Mandira’s dungeons. “I don’t have to wear manacles because I’m not a prisoner,” Sainan answered brightly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The man didn’t know who he was though, and until he got a better idea of his intentions toward his sister, Sai didn’t plan on revealing his connection to Navia. “For the last couple days, I’ve been working on trying to figure out why the dungeons leak. It’s seawater, you see, and the sea is directly on the other side of this outer wall, so there must be a leak somewhere,” Sai explained, using a hand to point out the wall he spoke of before resting it back on the window sill, “The water is a little higher in this room, so I was in here trying see if I could find the leak when the guards brought you down.” Curiosity had drawn him away from the task at hand then, and Sai had abandoned the leaky wall for the time being.<br/><br/>“I do have more questions though,” Sai went on, finding the Mes’Mo’Tanian far more interesting than trying to discover a crack in a wall. Besides the ties they shared to Navia, he knew one of the major reasons why he found the man so fascinating had to do with the books that had been mysteriously mailed to him. No notes had come with the books, and they were written in Mes’Mo’Tanian by the same person, but they had been addressed directly to him, so Sai knew there was some reason why. Three had arrived thus far, and he had been trying to translate them for weeks, but there were few Mes’Mo’tanian translation books in the library and none of them were complete. Khlurios either simply did not care to learn the language or more complete books had been destroyed during the war out of spite. It came as great fortune to Sainan that a person from Mes’Mo’Tan was easily accessible to him. If he came to trust the man enough, he could even sneak the books down to him to hear the language read correctly.<br/><br/>“First, the guards said you came here with our duchess, so I’d like to know more about that,” Sai began, leaning his forehead against one of the bars to try to get as good of a view of the man’s face as possible so he could watch his expressions, “Why would you do that? It has to be a lot easier for you to find a nice Mes’Mo’Tanian woman and be with her instead, so why come here and risk having this happen to you? I mean, I know a lot of people think the duchess is pretty, but is that worth leaving your country for? It doesn’t seem to be going so well for you either.” Such as it was in his nature, Sai continued on before the question could be answered, not thinking ahead to give the man time and instead getting to the question that was nearly as important to him as checking to see if this man had good intentions toward his sister, “Also, what do<i>tylos </i>and<i>rass </i>mean?” The words had popped up in the books often, but Sainan had not been able to figure out what they meant, much to his frustration. "And what's your name? Do Mes'Mo'Tanians have names the same way the Khluri do? Where you have a first, middle, and last name? Or do you have something different?"