â€œThe only thing I can think of off the top of my head is making sure Emanuel is alright. If it turns out he is alright, slap him across the face for me for being so reckless.â€ Exhaustion was beginning to sink in for Michella now that she was here and out of Venice, and just by watching Bella look at everything around her. She turned her attention away from Alexandra for a moment to keep an eye on the child. There were a few times where she had to address her curiosity to prevent it from escalating and having her wonder off somewhere or get into something she wasnâ€™t supposed to. The last thing she needed was to lose her daughter in these unfamiliar streets. At one point she held Bellaâ€™s hand to prevent the girl from wandering off but she could almost feel the energy radiating off the young girl.<br/><br/>As much as she loved children, sometimes they had way too much energy for their own good. She was beginning to regret letting her sleep. Now the girl was probably going to driver her crazy for the next few hours with all that energy.<br/><br/>Looking back to the Assassin once Bella calmed down, â€œSorry about that,â€ she said quietly. Then she continued what she was going to say before she had been interrupted. â€œAnyway, I think youâ€™ve done enough for us for now. Surely you need some rest as well; I wouldnâ€™t want to keep you from getting any sleep.â€ It would be nice for her to get some rest as well. She had not slept much during the ride here thanks to everything being on her mind. Now that things were beginning to settle down perhaps she could get a few hours of shut eye before she took Bella around the city. The girl would most likely want to look around; it would be a good way to let her get out some of said energy.<br/><br/>One could see it in the young girlâ€™s eyes, the worry she had for her father and the energy she had, the willingness to explore a new place. If only Michella had that same energy. Covering her mouth as she yawned she was about to say something else when Bella tugged on her sleeve. â€œMommy, when are we going to see Clara?â€<br/><br/>â€œSoon,â€ she assured the child, who pouted but didnâ€™t protest in return, in a stern tone that was enough to keep her quiet before she once again looked back to Alexandra. â€œIs it safe to assume Luca will be looking after us and ensuring that the Templars have not followed?â€ Her voice was quieter than it had been just in case there was someone lurking around nearby. The Templars were crafty and it would not surprise her if, even if she probably didnâ€™t mean much to them, they decided to come after her. Even if in the short time she has known Alexandra she seemed trustworthy, and maybe she was seeming a bit silly for giving the impression that she didnâ€™t trust her, if she was meeting someone new she wanted to make sure it was alright especially for Bellaâ€™s sake.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>It almost felt strange being in the Assassin tower. A part of Emanuel knew he really didnâ€™t belong hereâ€¦ he was, after all, technically associated with the Templars even if he despised being lumped together with those bastards. It was what it was no matter how he looked at it. Every last bit of his energy was spent on him not showing just how awkward this was for him and that was not going well since he knew he should relax. He probably still looked pretty tense, truth be told. Even if he knew he was safe for the most part he still couldnâ€™t help but be tense.<br/><br/>The fact that Renaldo couldnâ€™t answer the questions he had certainly something he didnâ€™t want to hear and it did nothing to help him relax. He was already exhausted and now worry began to sink in again as well, which was not really something he needed on top of exhaustion. Taking a moment to pause he leaned against the wall and ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily, as a lot of things began to run through his mind. Had something happened during the trip that Alexandra was not back yet? Did they not make it to the city and were captured? It was tempting to throw those questions out there but somehow by some odd miracle he had managed to keep them to himself. Perhaps he was just too exhausted to put any energy towards doing that, who knew, but the look on his face by itself, he felt, was enough to show his worry.<br/><br/>â€œDamnâ€¦â€ he murmured softly with a sigh. â€œWell, there goes my hope of getting any sleep at all. Itâ€™s already morning anywayâ€¦â€  He decided to do what he was told, by making himself at home, and moved towards one of the couches in the room. There was someone else awake at this hour, to whom he gave a small nod of acknowledgement before he sat down on the couch. Emanuel then buried his face in his hands for a moment, taking in a deep breath and then exhaling slowly to hopefully release some of his tension to no avail. How in the heavens could he relax knowing that his family could be in danger, that something could have gone wrong? Maybe he should have formed a plan before just showing up out of nowhereâ€¦ He never has been one for planning out anything big or elaborate but on the other hand he knew he should have at least had something in mind.<br/><br/>Not wanting to feel guilty on top of being worried Emanuel decided to just let that thought go. There really was not anything he could really do but wait and see what was happening. Sinking back against the couch he ran a hand over his face and closed his eyes. Exhaustion was beginning to settle in more, even though he was still pretty awake mentally; it really would not hurt to at least take a minute to relax on second thought.