She's quiet for a couple moments, just breathing and feeling the cool cloth and thinking back on that moment. She felt a flutter of panic, but she's just too exhausted for it to manifest much further. And Altaïr was trusted. She pulls in a slightly larger breath, supressing a cough, and lets it out.

"He sent my friend out to die, because he was too curious about the world, and 'asked too many questions'. He put us all in danger because he was a coward that just wanted to hide." She grips the pillow, feeling the anger well up again. She'd been out on her own because of 1. "Not long after I was fighting for his life. His, and the others."