Ned makes no movement to take his hand away. He'll keep it there until Baze either drags himself out of the fountain on his own or accepts the help that is being offered.

"I'm not sure," he admits, taking an opportunity to glance around at the others. It seems some have been here longer, their clothes already partially dry. Everyone, however, looks as though they've not seen the sharp end of a razor in months. He reaches up to tug at his own long whiskers with his other hand as he looks back to Baze. "But it seems that we've been .. transported. Though why we've been brought here, or how, I cannot say."