That's not something Altaïr is accustomed to doing — asking for help, or even being willing to admit he might need it. He'd spent far too long as the young prodigy, the Eagle of Masyaf, Al Mualim's best student, to humble himself in such a way.

It still wouldn't be easy for him to actually do, he knows that much, but it's no longer impossible. And it warms something in him to know there are others willing to extend a hand in aid.

"I will remember that, my friend," he says, and knows that he will. "Thank you."

Without really thinking about it, he lifts his other hand to her face, fingers brushing against Diana's cheek.