She found herself pausing again to look over to him. Perhaps he didn't see it, but they really were very much alike. Haytham was not wrong. Even at his current age, there was much of herself in him. It made her smile. A little. Lightly. Vaguely. Not enough that anyone from afar would have caught it, but perhaps he would have.

If he looked in that brief period that it remained.

But then he continued and she nodded. "I understand." She motioned to his robes, "I knew when I saw. I'm familiar with the Brotherhood, and I haven't forgotten Achilles." Ziio sat on his words with some consideration and found herself nodding again, slower than she had before.

Then a pause.

"I'm proud of you." And back to skinning. Almost... done.