Nothing is certain. Nothing will ever be certain, not in Paradisa. Ezio lets out a long breath.

"Come. Sit for a moment. We should just take a moment to have our worries, and then get to work."

Ezio takes her by the hands and leads her a step over to the stairs, where he sits, and he opens his arms to her -- kind of intending on her sitting his knee, because he wants to hold her, but it's no insult to him if she'd rather sit next to him. He'll hold her just the same.