He took the offered hair carefully, as though she were handing him a fragile baby bird. When she explained, he held it up, just a bit from one of his large, pointed ears.

One brow raised in what was, for the Medicine Seller, an expression of surprise.

"...My goodness," he remarked. It really was quite a treasure, and he had a fondness for the ocean.

"Do you hold a connection to the sea?" He asked, his voice monotone as ever, but his posture was straight with rapt interest.