As an assassin, one learned to sleep lightly, and always be conscious of your surroundings. However, in a situation like this where one's guard could be lessened just slightly, Altair's slumber seemed to be as stubborn as him. Malik's shuffling as he prepared the horses did not rouse him. It was only when Malik's feet were close to him that he stumbled awake, incoherently muttering something as he bolted up. He met the other assassin's gaze, confused.

After a second or so, he fumbled away from Malik, eyes wide. Of all the days for this!

"I- no! It's..." Altair didn't dare stand; it'd make the embarrassment worse. (His glaringly red face didn't said enough on its own.) He bundled his robes closer to him. "It's nothing!"