Emerging from the fountain once again was an inconvenience. Well, maybe inconvenience was too polite of a word to use, but Bela is focused on getting out of the wretched thing as quickly as possible, saving any questions for later. Once she reaches the surface, her hands reach out to grab at the edge and hold on tight to pull herself out - it doesn't look very graceful, but it gets the job done.

When she gets to her feet, Bela is a little unsteady and has to take a few minutes to collect herself, brushing her hair out of her eyes before wringing it out. That's when she notices the length of her hair. It falls past her waist.

Strange.

Bela looks around for signs of life, noticing Jude a couple of feet away. She approaches him with purpose, questions still racing in her mind.

"I've just come out of the fountain a second time. Was it the same for you?"