[There should be something satisfying in dispatching a dangerous foe. But this — this is just an animal, defending its territory as best it can and getting in their way. Altaïr holds no particular sympathy for the dead boar but neither does he feel good about being the one to walk away. He just wants to find all the kidnapped Summoned, get off this mountain and rest for more than six hours for the first time in weeks.
None of that affects his concern for Hilda, which begins to grow as she stares. It's as if she's in shock — or injured somehow? Had she taken a blow that he hadn't noticed? Did she —
Then Hilda breaks her strange silence with a stranger exclamation and he knows she's not hurt. He doesn't know the meaning of her question, though. Altaïr frowns, an expression all the more visible now.]
It's been quite cold since we arrived here.
[He's dressed well enough to traverse the mountains, but he'd call himself warm at best.]
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None of that affects his concern for Hilda, which begins to grow as she stares. It's as if she's in shock — or injured somehow? Had she taken a blow that he hadn't noticed? Did she —
Then Hilda breaks her strange silence with a stranger exclamation and he knows she's not hurt. He doesn't know the meaning of her question, though. Altaïr frowns, an expression all the more visible now.]
It's been quite cold since we arrived here.
[He's dressed well enough to traverse the mountains, but he'd call himself warm at best.]