When Altair stands, Connor expects him to wander into the darkness to relieve himself. Altair does go to the trees, but--he doesn't go far, and when he gets there he goes up, not around. Connor cranes his neck as the pale robes disappear through the branches, losing themselves in the murk of night.

Connor flips his coin back to the other hand, then flicks, balancing it on a fingertip. Then he passes it back. Then again.

...

A few minutes pass, and the man doesn't sound like he's coming down soon. The moon is out, but there's not a lot to see even from above the canopy at night, and Connor eventually rises to his feet, going to the foot of the tree.

He can't hear anything. Sound all around is muffled by the presence of snow drifts and foliage, but that shouldn't be enough to cover anything important from him. A faint line appears between his eyebrows and he rolls the coin over his knuckles. Should he climb...?