One very, very important virtue Diana has honed over the past few centuries is that of patience. Before the other Summoned had started ascending, it hadn't occurred to her that it might not be an easy process for a mortal to become a god. But the learning curve is enormous, and learning how to be patient with others who were adjusting to immortality had become paramount.

Learning with Altaïr had been... more difficult than with some others. So much so that there had been times when she had needed to spend a few months (years, decades) away, to clear her head and calm her temper. But despite what she considered a rocky ascent, he is still an anchor for her in this world, and she is always compelled to return, to check in, and to remind herself of what those early years in this world were like. The joy of them.

Even now, there is joy in seeing him, even with the brighter glow in his eyes and how he won't look at her. That he's spoken to her at all sparks hope for him in her chest, and when he reaches out--she smiles, and it's as easy as anything to reach out in return and take his hand. She runs her thumb gently against the back of his hand. Starlight glints in the waves of her dark hair, and in her eyes.

"I'm glad you're here." Here with her, in the present, a silent ask (not quite a plea) for him to shut out the echos in his mind.