Fakir had worried about that. That the shock of seeing his home ransacked, and people he knew possibly killed, before trying to survive on his own had probably blurred his perception of time. And if those thieves turned slavers had kept that bag on Mesut's head for hours, or even days, he could only imagine the snake's disorientation. Still, it would not make their journey any easier, with Mesut unsure of how many days he'd been out and Fakir unsure of Sofya's location. The only thing they had to their advantage was Fakir's survival skills, speed, and endurance. He doubted that even if Mesut did know the way back that the naga would have been able to travel on his own there.<br/><br/>Fakir was snapped out of his thoughts when Mesut spoke against his side. "Hmm, to me, I suppose. But that's only because I'm usually alone on the road. I don't find you odd for sleeping in a group. It's how my herd sleeps," he informed the naga. "If we're sleeping while on the ground, we usually have our own bit of space, but as soon as we've rested enough that way, we'll stand in groups and sleep against each other. We keep our young and our elderly in the middle to keep them warm and protect them," he answered. For Fakir, it was a bit foreign right now. He could feel Mesut curled nearly on both sides of his body, and there was no warmth being shared. It was more like being trapped. "Well, I don't think I can stay on the ground all night when we're in the open. But once we start staying in cities where I can rent a stable stall, I can stay on the ground with you," he said. "And if you don't mind being woken up and going to the wagon to stay warm, you could stay by me until I stand up."<br/><br/>The naga's other question had Fakir chuckling. "No, I don't think so," he said, hand moving down to tousle Mesut's braided hair further. "Hmm. Orgies are more about having pleasure for pleasure's sake. And it's usually unorganized. Or so I've been told. I've never participated in one," the centaur laughed, a deep, rolling laughter that originated from the center of his chest. "Well, maybe you do. I don't know much about your life in the temple, and maybe we're not describing it the same way. But I don't think you do. Or if you do, I don't think you do it the same as humans outside your temple," Fakir said honestly.<br/><br/>At the naga's words, a loud snort came from overhead. "I don't know if I could fit in your temple." Very few buildings where his size friendly. "But you're right, I would be lost," he agreed readily, not in the least perturbed by that. He spent a good deal of his life traveling. It was nothing new to the centaur being lost, whether physically or culturally. Perhaps that was another reason he had been chosen to be merchant. He did have a rather laid back and complacent nature, comfortable with moving in any direction a situation deemed necessary. "So when we go to your temple, that means I'll be relying on you, you know," Fakir said.