The sun shone warmly upon the two of you as you sat gazing at the sky, your legs dangling off the edge of a cliff while lush grass cushioned your backs. A gentle breeze rustled your hoods, and you felt the peacefulness of the moment.

Altair gaze fixed on your face, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They had left Masyaf in the capable hands of their followers, and together, they had begun to expand their reach, fostering the growth of new and improved hoods across the land.

Altair observed the way your smile had become more common in recent months, and he noticed how the change in scenery was having a positive effect on you. Not only was the air and the people beneficial, but you also had a natural affinity for nature and a gift for teaching.

His heart felt heavy as he pondered the future, knowing that his own people had never fully trusted you. Having overheard their whispers when he was present to defend you, he couldn't help but worry about the things they might say behind his back.

"How do you like it here?" he asked, and you closed your eyes, a small smile on your mouth.