Altair was still and watchful as Diens untied the ropes binding him. So as to not be difficult in the process. He thought all things considered that he’d been handling all of this reasonably. He simply wanted answers as to what would occur now that he was here. Answers that Lord Snow was apparently too busy to attend to, but that would be an answer in itself. Altair sat up slowly. He knew he would not be doing anything quickly and allowing the dizziness to fade before he got to his feet was paramount to staying on two legs.<br/><br/>“Shall I be provided something more to wear or will I be going as I am?” Altair asked. Between the cold and the unwillingness to show the state of his body, he wished to be covered. Carefully, Altair rose without any assistance, like a foal finding his footing for the first time. Long legs took longer to find their balance and he was shaky, holding to the bedframe or whatever was nearby initially. Testing. Willing his muscles to remember how they operated and his strength to return to him. His weakness was not something he was willing to share with the world so he determined to compose himself. He splashed water over his face from a clean bucket and ran long fingers through his mess of a hair, determined to plait it over to the side that would best shadow the mark on his cheek.<br/><br/>“So does that mean the task is left to you of explaining my role here then?” Altair inquired. “Or have you only come because I asked for you by name?” He was irritated that they seemed to see him as a burden considering his value in his home country, though considerably less now with a striped back.