Lucy offers Desmond a small smile once he appears in the living room. “I’m okay. We’re warming up.” She then nods in the direction of the kitchen. “There’s stew, if you want some. Help yourself.”

And then she tucks the blanket close around herself, legs drawn up underneath as she curls up in the armchair. This is going to be an interesting conversation to sit in on. She hadn’t done that with any that Desmond had had with Altaïr. Time to settle in.

“He’s a friend, Ezio. You can trust him.”