Diens pointed out how he looked and it did little to help with Altair's mood. His vulnerability was a thing he'd been made quite aware of in the last few days. He didn't need it pointed out to him again, especially with the man standing over him just a foot away, staring down at him. Too calm for Altair to really predict though he was watching closely for any hints at the man's demeanor. He refused to let fear guide him, trying to think more rationally, like he used to be capable of doing. The man asked his permission to guide him to the bed, not making a move to handle him. Altair reached out on his own, letting the man help him to his feet once more. Altair felt chilly but his skin would be warm. The wound was starting to fester and he felt a little feverish with his body's efforts to try and stave it off.<br/><br/>Altair leaned on the man's arms, not caring so much about his nudity in his weakness. So far they'd had every opportunity to do whatever they'd wanted to him and hadn't done anything untoward. He trusted nothing outside of what he'd known but he was hopeful these individuals were halfway decent. He knew that he would have to rely on them somewhat. Touch wasn't so bad when Altair initiated it himself and the man's hands on him didn't fill him with disgust like he'd imagined it might have. He was only helping him back to the warmth of the blankets. Altair took the opportunity to look at the man's face. He was taller than him, at least when he stood at his full height. Maybe they didn't like that. Ellanian's hadn't much enjoyed a slave being taller than their master but it was different in Dusan.<br/><br/>“Your..” Altair paused, searching for the word Diens had used to refer to Snow. “Your Lord said you've served him for a long time. What were you before that?” Altair asked, curious as he was brought to sit on the edge of the bed. He didn't lay back right away, grabbing a blanket to curl over himself. His hair was tangled and messy, yet for once Altair didn't care about his appearance at all.<br/><br/>“And in what ways do you serve?” he questioned, though Altair could draw his own conclusion. They seemed close. Diens was quite obviously protective of his.. Altair didn't know what to call it and he obviously didn't have an understanding of the social constructs of Weiss. “As a guard of sorts? A bed warmer maybe? I've known men with usual tastes.” Or a lover, though Altair didn't say so out loud. Bringing attention to something like that might not do him any favors. Especially if it wasn't socially appropriate. It was different to take a servant to your bed occasionally, another thing to entertain a relationship with them. At least that's how it was in Ellania. There was no judgment behind Altair's words, only curiosity as he tried to figure the situation out.<br/><br/>“Either way, I've no ill-intent towards your Lord.” Or anyone really, for that matter. Perhaps a certain Captain if they ever crossed paths again. His brief violent tendencies had faded out along with his desperation, misery, and panic. Altair didn't figure it would return to him unless provoked.