[For a moment, Altaïr doubts the quick reassurance, but his concerns are quickly assuaged. No injured man could gesture like that without at least a wince.]

I'm fine. Don't worry. And no, of course not.

[His expression flickers into a quick smile at the notion of a haystack hop, but it's quickly gone. He can't be encouraging such names.]

Calling for something to land on is something I learned to do through the magic of this world — much more convenient than purchasing hay and placing it where I think it might be helpful in the future.

But yes, the leap, that I could easily do in my homeland.