A/N: I apologize for the wait! I'm sorry. :( But I have a new update! Thank you to all those kind folk who reviewed! This starts right after the last chappy!

THREE DAYS AFTER SHYARE CUT DOWN IN TAVERN BRAWL

Tristan still sat beside Shyare. Not once had he left her side. The other knights were beginning to worry. Shyare had not awakened at all. It looked to be as if the Scout were falling to pieces.

At the moment, Tristan was leaning his back against the bed in exhaustion. Dagonet stepped in and shook his head. He went over to the bowl of water and promptly dumped over the Scout's head. Tristan arose quickly to his feet, water dripping all over his face. He had a knife pulled out. Seeing it was the giant, he placed it away. Dagonet could see him fuming. Not at the water, but the fact that he'd fallen asleep.

"You're making yourself sick," Dagonet said over his shoulder as he quickly rewrapped Shyare's bandages.

"I -" Tristan began, but was cut short.

"She would not want to see you like this." The gentle giant continued, "You've also forgotten others in your time of worry."

"Who?" Tristan inquired, a cloud of confusion coming over him.

"The children," Dagonet said with a shrug, "You would be putting your energy into something useful if you began caring for them."

"But I -" the Scout began in frustration.

"But you think you need to stay by Shyare until she awakens," Dagonet finished his thought, "Would you rather waste away in here or do something that Shyare would think the world of you for doing?"

"I suppose," the Scout began, running a hand through his messy locks.

"Good," Dagonet said with a nod, "I expect to see you in the practice yard after you've cleaned yourself up."

Tristan nodded. Dagonet walked out of the room with a stern look on his face. He was not usually the one to state his opinion, much less enforce it.

Tristan closed the door and used the bath that Dagonet had obviously brought in while he was sleeping. Quickly dressing, he was about to leave the room, his stomach finally getting it's message through. Just as he was about to step out, he turned and strode towards Shyare.

Her face was ashen, that beautiful exotic aura around her had disappeared. Her dreadlocks were spread about on the pillow. He could barely see her breathe, shallow wisps of oxygen were inhaled and exhaled. He gently felt for her hand, it was freezing compared to his own.

"Shyare..." he began softly, "I love you. I've never said this to you before, but 'tis the truth. You've changed me for the better, without you I'd be the frigid hearted killer you met when first coming to Britain. If you remember only one thing while on this Earth, remember this: I will always love you, through life and into to death, for all eternity."

He placed a soft kiss upon her forehead. Briskly walking out the door he shut it, heading towards the practice yard. She didn't hear him. It was to himself, her being the invisible audience. Perhaps he would tell her when she awoke. It would be difficult, he was never good with speaking to others face to face, he would fumble his words. His brain told him she wouldn't understand, but in his heart he knew she would. Shyare loved him, she had told Lancelot in anger. She was his reason for living now.

A/N: I know this was really mushy lovey type stuff. I don't think I did a very good job. Was Tristan too OCish? I figured he was talking to himself, so it could be more detailed and explained, not as if he were talking to others. I'm sorry it was so short! I hope you all enjoyed. Please! No flames! Review! I apologize, but my next update won't be for an estimated couple of weeks. I'll be out of town. But I shall return! Thanks again!