Where Connor had been confident bordering on cocky just moments before, those fell away completely as Altair asked for his help and instruction. There was no reason to make an attempt at shame or embarrassment. They were both assassins - and while his wild bravado and pride would often lead him to think he was untouchable, he was not afraid to admit that Altair was better. This was something he could teach him in return.

"You must use the over-hanging branches to swing across." Pointing towards the thick, roping branches as he spoke, ensuring that Altair could follow easily. "They lead near enough to the next tree."