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Fluffy AltMal [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

As promised, here ya go. :3 Hopefully I don't disappoint!

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Altair watched as Malik tore into the young novice that had just come in. The boy had tumbled haphazardly into the bureau, taking out some of the plants and his own ankle in the process. Altair assumed the setting sun had darkened the bureau so much that the boy had dropped in blind. As it was, the darkness did nothing to hide the reddening of his cheeks that grew with each passing second as Malik wrapped his sprained ankle.
“- and I always have to tell you novices, do not blindly jump from the rooftop over to try and make it into the opening, but no! Each one of you more foolhardy than the previous, making a mess of my bureau and not heeding my adv-”
Altair decided that the novice had probably heard enough- he looked ready to cry. He reached his hand out and gently let it rest on Malik’s shoulder.
“Come Malik, let the child be. He’s learned his lesson, and won’t forget it anytime soon,” Altair said as he indicated to the ankle. Malik got up, letting out an uncharacteristic sigh of exasperation and throwing up his one hand.
“Fine, you take care of it. I have trouble tying off the knot anyhow.” And he was gone, disappearing into the well hidden room he slept in. Altair watched him go in bewilderment, shaking his head. He knelt down in front of the novice, who blushed even more.
“Please, Master, I think I can take care of it… You’ve already done enough, sir.” The boy tried to pull his leg towards himself but only received more pain for his troubles. He let out a low hiss as he slowly put the ankle back where it was.
“You won’t be able to walk on this for awhile. Another of your peers will have to take over your assignments.” Altair watched the boy’s face subtly, busying himself with tying off the bandaging. The boy looked suitably shamed, and his eyes kept flitting to where Malik disappeared to. “… Are you afraid of him?” The novice blinked, shocked.
“What? I mean, no Master! I just…” The novice fumbled for the right words. “You only came in today, right sir? The rafiq has been very… umm… upset these past few days. Easy to irritate, I suppose, but I do not blame him. I think he has been feeling restless because of his stay here.” The novice looked unsure, as if he may have mispoken, but he sounded sure of his assessment.
“… I see. Your ankle is taken care of. You should rest outside, then make for Masyaf in the morning. My assistants will see that your duties are transferred and you are given time to recover.” The novice nodded and, with some help from Altair, stood and limped to the pile of cushions by the entrance. Altair listened until he heard the boy’s breathing even out, and then made his way to the back room. Malik was sitting on his bed, a single candle lighting the room. His head rested in his hand.
“Is he okay?”