He's not sure if he should count that as a slip or not. True, it's rare that anyone — no matter how prepared for life in a war-torn land — would train for their leaps of faith, designed equally for intimidation and escape. He should have expected that Hilda might press the point if he wanted to avoid questions about his past.

But does he? The thought comes more out of habit than real concern. He's already revealed quite a bit to her, though he's aware she didn't necessarily believe much of it.

Altaïr joins her in going silent as locals draw near, then walk away, though thanks to Hilda he's aware that at least two of them give him a lingering glance as they pass.

"It might be. It's convenient in a tight situation." One of his making, most often. "But this—" he gestures at the cliff "—was just for enjoyment, I thought. Or supposed to be."

He's not particularly enjoying himself right now.