As he works to return his attention to the present and away from the echoes, she can see the change in him. Despite the horrors of this world, the war and famine and other disasters that seem to happen every decade or so, Diana has never lost her hope, her belief that humanity was on its way to being better. And even if they are both gods know, blessed with immortality and nigh-incomprehensible powers, there is still a part of her that sees Altaïr as the most human of the pair of them.

And despite all that entails, she still loves him for it.

She doesn't let go of his hand, smile blooming wide when he finally turns his eyes to her. Diana risks reaching up, brushing her fingers gently across his jaw, testing the waters. "And I, you." She remembers, just as she remembers everything about this world, but she simply doesn't care to lay the blame anywhere. There would be no point. "I wondered if I would see you before the festival."