A small, almost secretive smile finds her lips, a hint of wryness in her eyes. Faith isn't easy to keep, but she's had much longer than the average person to come to terms with her own. The War had shaken, but not broken, it in her; if anything, the aftermath and then coming here had only solidified for her that he hasn't misplaced her own. People can be misguided, but they still all have the capacity to be good. They sometimes just need a little help. A bridge across deep waters, as it is.

She's a little surprised that he returns her touch, though her expression and chest warm at the gesture. Altaïr is a guarded man, the sort of person she wasn't used to dealing with on Themyscira, but the kind she is slowly learning to understand. She squeezes his shoulder gently, but makes no move to drop her hand.

It takes her a moment longer to speak, her focus briefly zeroed in on the shift of his thumb.

"I will be there to lend a hand if you ever need it." There's a slight tease in her voice, but she also very much means it. Choosing to do more is difficult. "All you have to do is ask."