[Altaïr listens carefully, taking mental notes he intends to turn into physical ones later. It may prove unnecessary — these creatures may have come at the Acolytes' call and otherwise never choose to interact with people, like some animals he can think of. But without certainty, every piece of knowledge is worth recording. Just in case.]

Then it's impressive you're able to be out of bed at all by now. I've known some who would be more than content to sleep for weeks following such an ordeal.

[Is he gilding the lily a little as a gesture of support? Maybe. But it's also not a lie.]