He didn't fully believe him, feeling the well was steady enough, but obeyed and moved himself off it's edge regardless, jolting up a bit when the water was poured over his head. It was dreadfully cold, shaking off any sort of drowsiness he would've had from waking that morning. Mesut did his best to keep still, letting himself be scrubbed clean. "I... Suppose they can be strange... I never considered until not long ago." There was something uneasy in his voice, with a flavor of sadness. "Those men who stole your things, they seemed... friendly... For a short while at least. But then there were more of them, they wanted to trade me over to someone? Like with your box you found." He'd never been scared of humans, and they never seemed wary of him, living in harmony for a long time, surrounded by tales and scripture. The company of snakefolk like himself seemed like a great honor to them, and naturally Mesut had always done what he felt would make them happy, so long as he lived comfortably.<br/><br/>When his hair was softly tugged at, he closed his eyes, coiled up now on the forest floor so that less of him picked up new dirt from the stones whilst he dried. "There was also... before them. the temple was attacked, but I don't know why, it's how I got this." His hand smoothed over the bandages, thankfully it was only a little sore now, and at most he felt minor discomfort moving and tugging at the scab. "They were very big, not like the priests, I left before I could see much.." Fakir was surprisingly gentle, he expected a more brutish approach to care when compared with his own kind, who delicately skimmed through eachothers hair with claws and light touches. The comb sent shivers down his spine and back up again whenever it passed over his scalp or brushed across his neck, putting him into a moment of enjoyable silence.<br/><br/>Mesut thought over Fakir's question for a full minute, reaching a hand back to streak fingers down his clean hair. "... Is it a problem? I'm not used to moving like I have been, and it gets in the way.. Gets in my face... If you have a way of keeping it together and out of the dirt, I would like that." Perhaps he wasn't so opposed to lopping off a greater portion of his hair, but years of it having gotten to this length was hard to fix once reversed.<br/><br/>"Do you think... Do you think I can go back? If they stopped the attack, I know we have a military, I've seen them patrol all the time." If he was told to scatter, then what he worried for most was the state of the other snakes, there they must've gone. There were several of them who lived there, what if he were to return and their numbers had dwindled? What if he were among the only lucky ones?<br/><br/>The second wave of water that came crashing down over his head wasn't nearly as startling, prompting him to shut his eyes tight and tense up. "I like what you have.. by the way... braids? They look nice, like rope." An odd comparison maybe, but he could only think of the image of one of the acolytes turning threads into tassels. Braids looked so uncanny. "You said they had different words attached to them, how do you tell?"