Maria had none of the reservations of her eldest son when it came to embracing her husband, and as soon as she knew she wasn't about to collide with any smaller bodies, she threw herself at Altaïr and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly and saying nothing, thoroughly overwhelmed by the fact that he was home and safe and back again.

Oh god, oh god he was safe.

"You're home," she murmured. "You're home at last."