"Some days... More days than we've had. I moved away until I got tired, and then hid for a long time." It seemed longer than it probably was, what could've been a few days felt like weeks and what could've been a week felt like months. He had gotten himself into all sorts of trouble, tripping himself face first into a muddy brooklet after trying to catch a frog, pulling himself up a small tree in hopes of getting himself off the ground but quitting before his fingers got too sore. He wasn't used to pulling his own weight up, and dragging himself along the side of a well was different than a tree three time's its height. It was likely a life of lying around and only doing minor excersizes as required by the acolytes sapped a lot of his strength away, at least in his arms. Luckily, the bulk of his tail had grown more useful with the increase in predators.<br/><br/>To the question, he went quiet for a moment, thinking, and not making eye contact. Instead he stared blankly his nose pressed into the horse's side, the campfire's heat against his back. "... I wanted to last night, it gets cold. I don't sleep alone... Is that strange to you? Everyone sleeps together, sometimes I sleep beside a human, I told you about them, the priests and monks." Though the latter only really happened after exchanging holy shares of intimacy, it was the closeness he was so used to all the same. The snakes used each other like blankets, and the priest that he spent the most his time with often rubbed down his body with small massages. The hands of men were more firm, Fakir's hands resembled theirs more than his own, thin and sharp. Their females were closer, but their faces round, and voices light.<br/><br/>"That isn't wrong, is it? Not like back at the wagon." Despite the question, he wasn't wholly worried, assuming Fakir would've pushed him off had he mistepped his boundaries again. Some silence passed before he chimed suddenly, remembling a detail from the night before. "Is that what you meant when you said orgy? How we're all.. like this...? It isn't like with a human, and with them, never in numbers. We all like to lay and groom, and then sleep." He paused, "I don't think talking about humans like that would be appropriate." Mesut didn't really want to continue, after hearing the rumors described to him, it was obvious that Fakir and perhaps many others only saw their interactions as crude or forced. He was quite compliant with it all, and so were Gulpasa's acolytes.<br/><br/>Perhaps, like he didn't understand life outside, Fakir didn't understand life inside. As if he figured out something  really smart, he gave a haughty huff against Fakir's leg. "If you were at the temple with us, you would be the lost one." It was a little bitter sounding, but despite the sudden touch of hostility he brought up a hand to knead softly at the centaur's hide, pushing the hairs out of the way as if exploring how his skin worked. He was different head to hoof, unlike himself, all one, long piece of mottled flesh, spots and stripes. There wasn't much to groom here either, despite them being covered in hair, it was short when it wasn't on Fakir's head, back or tail.