He surprises himself with how quickly he moves, standing, his chair scooting out behind him as one hand extends to steady the young woman, and the other moves to secure the wiggling pup. "Ahdhir-- the little one is about to escape you," he warned, amusement light in his voice, even as low as it was. "He has the energy of his age."

He really had regained his youth. More than he'd thought, if he could move so quickly, Altaïr thought, and he immediately wondered how much he'd need to work to regain his reflexes. Not much if he was already doing this.