"Va bene. It suits you." There is a gentle look on his face as he lets her wipe her eyes and come back to him. She is a woman of so many words, of beauty, of things he could never imagine. And she is all his, here, in this moment.

Maybe fate had a reason to bring them here. Maybe not. Ezio doesn't really understand or know why, but she feels close to him, in more ways than one. He knows she's keeping much from him, but he won't push at all- it's not his place, nor is it the right time. If she ever tells him, he'll listen. Otherwise, he's content on being left in the dark, as long as she stays.