"Father, please listen to me! You cannot be everywhere at once. You need to rest otherwise you are going to collapse." Connor pleaded as he kept up pace with the older man, a stubborn expression appearing on the young Templar's face.

"I am fine, Connor. While your concern for me is touching, there are many things that need to be done and I will rest. Later once certain things are dealt with." Haytham responded with a sigh, shaking his head a little as he continued towards his study. His son had been fussing at him for the past several weeks about that, but the younger man did not realize that he had to keep a handle on things, otherwise it might all fall apart. The Order was at a very delicate stage at the moment as certain tensions that had been rising between two factions were coming to a head. There were one of a few ways things could go, and no matter what the idiots in Europe did, Haytham was determined to keep his chapter of the order cohesive and able to function the way it should.

"… Isn't there anything I can do to help you? Even if it's just to fetch things. Anything to ease the burden somewhat from your shoulders." the younger Kenway tried again, going for a different method of attack. He already was making sure to bring up food and tea for his father to consume every meal of the day and had been since his father had been frantically writing and sending letters three weeks ago, but there had to be more that he could be doing, other than worrying about Haytham's health.

The older Kenway stopped moving for a moment, looking at his son and realized how anxious and worried Connor was over this. A small smile appeared on the grandmaster's face as he moved closer to the younger man, gently resting a hand on one of the other's shoulders "There are a few things that I would be grateful that you did to help me. I will have finished another set of letters that need to be sent out, and I would be grateful if you brought them to the couriers… In addition if you could get the two of us something sweet to share for after dinner, I would be grateful. I will have more tasks for you to complete when you get done with those."

"… You promise? And if I get all of the tasks that you assign me done today will you promise me a small favor that I could use whenever I wanted? Nothing onerous of course, father. Just… Just a small favor?" The darker haired man instantly responded, cheering up a little at the prospect of actually being able to do something.

"Of course - although some of the things I have in mind for you will take some time to do, and I do not wish you to rush through them, in an attempt to claim that prize." The older Templar responded, a stern expression on his face.

"I understand, and I will do my best to complete the tasks that you give me swiftly, but to the best of my ability as well." Connor responded earnestly, nodding a little as he spoke.

"Very well then." Haytham responded as he opened the door to his study, going over to his desk and grabbing the stack of carefully folded and sealed letters. He handed them and a small pouch of money over, for the sweet desert that Connor would pick out. "Off you go."

"Yes father." Connor responded, still looking quite worried as he grabbed the letters and money. His father hadn't slept in several days, and he was worrying that the other's mind was fraying at the edges… Connor knew that he certainly did not make the best decisions while that tired, and he couldn't imagine many other people capable of doing the same. He rushed out of their home, letters clutched firmly in hand.

Three hours later found Connor back in Haytham's house, and he found his father sleeping, slumped over a partially written letter. Connor carefully took the quill the other had been using and cleaned it carefully. He also replaced the cap on the ink bottle so that it wouldn't dry out. Connor soundlessly left the study, returning with a pillow that he slid under his father's arms, switching it with the partially completed letter. Connor also draped the blanket that he had grabbed over his father's sleeping form, and leaned over the other's desk, pressing a gentle kiss to the other's forehead.

He silently crept out of the other's office, closing the door. While his father slept, a couple of Templars visited. Connor answered their questions as best as he could and informed them - when one of them insisted on trying to talk only to his father - glaring accusingly at him as if Connor was to blame for something - that Haytham was asleep, and that waking their Grand Master would be the fastest way to be reassigned to somewhere unpleasant. That stubborn Templar left a missive for his father and scurried off as quickly and as silently as they could manage after that.

Connor locked the front door again, before going up to his father's study again, finding Haytham still sleeping peacefully. He was glad that the chamomile tea had done the trick, as if father really did need the rest… Besides, he was doing his best to take care of his grandmaster, as a good Templar should. Another gentle kiss was to Haytham's forehead by Connor, who also boldly tucked a stray hair behind one of his father's ears, knowing how much Haytham valued being tidy at all times. "Rest well, father. I will wake you when dinner is ready." Connor promised gently, as another small smile appeared on his face. His father looked so at peace sleeping. If he thought that the touch and the movement wouldn't wake him up, Connor would be tempted to move Haytham to their bed to get better sleep, but his father was a light sleeper almost all of the time, and he had been pushing it as it was. Connor did do the list of tasks that his father had written down for him to do, in the hopes that Haytham wouldn't panic so much when the other realized that he had fallen asleep.