I like to imagine that after desmond lived through Altair's memories, he would be unable to sit still. Because altair is almost always moving around and chasing targets, I imagine that Desmond would get used to that. However, it's kind of hard to keep on moving when you're in a cramped sanctuary, so just imagine desmond like climbing the fucking walls and scaring the shit out of everyone.
Lucy: "Has anyone seen desmond?"
Desmond, who is on the ceiling right above her: *whistles to get her attention*
Taryn: My father used to tell me that the earth would heal our wounds. That the ground would swallow our woes and our tears would nourish the soil beneath us. Pain was no stranger to the garden. A stubbed toe. A scraped knee. A fall. Physical discomfort is a natural part of the living. But to be afflicted by another is quite the wound. You can’t heal something you can’t touch. Atlas is a different kind of hurt. Like picking a rose from a bush… Easy to admire as long as you don’t touch the thorns underneath.
One of the primary human needs is warmth, and at some point in human history, fire was discovered as an important ingredient for food preparation. Since then, inventors have concocted various methods to bring raw food and fire together to produce the desired menu. Eventually it was learned that an actual flame was not necessary - heat was. And so in our own century we have seen the old-fashioned woodstove and the gas range replaced by electric stoves and microwave appliances, both of which cook a meal without a flame. Even in this kitchen where a love of the past is so meticulously expressed, the "fireless" ovens have found a niche.