Altair pointed a severe glare at Malik, throwing his hood up over his messy, short hair after he was sure Malik saw his disapproval of his teasing.

"I am afraid I don't," he reiterated, and as he felt himself begin to calm, he finally got to his feet. Altair wasted no time in hopping onto his horse, tying his bag behind him. He grabbed his canteen of water out of the side pack, drinking some, and pouring a bit onto his hand to splash on his face. The morning was cool, but his face was burning. Altair did not remember what he dreamed to cause his reaction, but he cursed whatever it may have been.