"It is, but I have come to greatly appreciate some of those differences," she said while threading her fingers through his as she spoke. Elissa turned her head to look at him through the mask that covered the upper half of her face. "Haytham, I..."

It was tempting to confess to him that she'd read his private journal, but she feared it would only anger him and now was not the time. Still, she understood him better now - and knew he felt more for her than he had yet to express. Knowing Haytham, he might never truly put his feelings into words, but she was still warmed by knowing he did care for her.