"You will feel better after you bathe." Altair remembered that much from his childhood. Everything felt better after a hot bath.

"Fine, fine." Anna resigned herself to a few more minutes of torture, following him to Mario's office.

Mario looked up from looking over some things and stood. "Ezio. This is a pleasant surprise."

Iris was honestly torn between the hot bath and the soft bed, and whimpered slightly. Finally, she dragged herself out of bed and picked up her bag. The bath won.

"It's good to see you, Uncle Mario," Ezio replied with a grin.

Altair nodded his approval and watched her go before settling on the other bed and stretching out some.

Mario grinned and clapped him on the shoulder before looking past him at Anna. "And you brought a guest! This is a surprise." He shot his nephew a look, grinning briefly, although he hadn't missed the hidden blade on her arm.

Iris managed to get herself into the bath without any sort of 'assistance,' and just lounged in the hot water for a while. It was heavenly.

"Uncle Mario, my apprentice Anna," Ezio introduced. He looked at Anna. "Anna, my uncle."

Altair kept half his attention on her to make sure she didn't fall asleep in the water or anything of the sort. Just in case.

"Welcome. Apprentice, huh? I didn't realize you had one." Mario shot Ezio a look that said he would be explaining this more later. "Well, you are welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you," Anna murmured politely. See, she could be polite. When Ezio wasn't involved. But dammit she just wanted to go pass out now.

"Hers is a recent apprenticeship," Ezio replied. He nodded to his uncle. "The trip here was long for her, so it would be best for her to get some rest. If you'll excuse us, Uncle Mario, I'll find a room for her."

"Of course. The guest rooms should all be open." Mario waved them away, turning back to his work.

Anna followed Ezio, looking forward to the thought of a bed too much to try stabbing him right now.

Ezio turned and ushered Anna out of the room.

"I know of a couple of rooms that might suit you," he said as he led her towards the other end of the manor. "You can pick the one you like, but remember where it is."

"Yeah, yeah." Anna really wasn't having that much trouble with the manor. Really, she'd been in bigger museums before and not gotten lost, so she wasn't terribly worried.

Ezio counted a few doors as they went by, and then stopped in front of one.

"Will this one suffice?" he asked.

Anna glanced in. It had a bed and a floor and a roof. "Yes." The only thing that would be better would be if it came with a bath... But she'd already figured that might be too much to ask for.

"If this room is good enough, then I'll leave and let you settle in," Ezio said. "We will likely be here for a few days, maybe a week or so." In spite of his words, he lingered in the doorway for a moment or two.

Anna nodded and moved past him to sit on the bed, grimacing and working her shoes off slowly. Oh yeah, she wasn't even getting out of bed tomorrow. Because she just knew tomorrow would be absolutely horrible.

Once Anna was settled into her room, Ezio made his way through the manor again, just re-familiarizing himself with it. It had been a while since he'd been here last, and he was sure there were things he needed to catch up on.

Anna flopped in bed and curled up after she'd removed enough layers, curling up there. And she didn't even move when the next morning dawned, still dead asleep. She was not going to get up for anything today.

Altair moved over to Iris, staying far enough back that if she lashed out he wouldn't get hit. "Iris. Time to wake up."

Iris mumbled something incoherent into her pillow and burrowed further into the bed. Good lord, she ached. She ached a lot, and she just wanted to go back to sleep for a week or three.

Altair shook his head. "Iris. Get up." That was his no-nonsense voice. If she didn't get up after this he would simply have to make her.

Unfortunately for Iris, she was resistant to such a tone. Not immune, certainly, but impressively resistant. She pulled the blanket up over her head, for all intents and purposes pulling an ostrich maneuver. She couldn't see him, ergo he couldn't see her. Besides that, she was only wearing her underthings at the moment, not having bothered getting dressed again for bed after her bath the night before.

Altair gave her a minute to change her mind before he took hold of the blankets and ripped them off. And then he moved over to open the blinds in front of the window, letting in bright sunlight.

"Up, Iris. It is already well past sunrise."

Iris squeaked and curled up tightly, using the pillow to shade her eyes from the sunlight. She wasn't cold, really, even though she was only in her underthings, but she still curled up when the blanket was stolen. Regardless, her lack of clothing and covers revealed a small, stylized lotus tatooed on her right hip, vibrant against her fair skin.

"Even sunrise is still too early," she protested, peeking out from under the pillow.

Altair blinked, distracted by the tattoo for a few moments. He'd never seen anything like it before, and he found himself very curious.

"It is later than you would normally get up." Altair spoke without his normal insistence, though, tilting his head to the side as he looked at her tattoo.

"And I ache more than I have since the first week of training," Iris replied, slowly uncurling and sitting up. She looked around for her clothes. Even two layers or so would be better than what she was wearing now.

"If you don't get up and move you will hurt worse tomorrow," Altair told her, shifting a little so he could still see her tattoo.

"What is that?"

Iris paused, her shirt half-way on.

"What is what?" she asked.

"That marking. On your hip." Altair was frowning now, tempted to move closer to get a better look.