He's a cute boy, a nice boy, but that's it. He isn't dumb and he isn't mean and he's a real sweetheart, but nothing more. He's just as he appears, plain and straightforward and simple, and he doesn't hide anything. She likes him, but not like that, and nothing more will come of their relationship.
Lyn likes her men green-haired and mysterious and hard to figure out. She doesn't have a chance, but she likes him anyway.
One day, she finds a note in her tent. It's a plain letter, nothing special looking about it, but it's folded up nicely and placed on her pillow.
Her curiosity gets the better of it and she carefully opens it, reading it once, twice before putting it down. Then she picks it up again and reads it once more.
I love you.
She laughs, folds the letter up, and places it back on her pillow before walking out of her tent. She finds Wil, and kisses him.
Years later they'll look back on the letter and both laugh, and she'll tell him that's when she fell in love with straightforward men.
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There's not enough WilLyn. Actually, there's no WilLyn. And I know I'm not the only person in the world who ships this, so hopefully someone else will enjoy it too, because WilLyn is an adorable pairing.