A/N: I hope you all enjoy the chapter. I apologize for the long wait. Starts immediately after the previous chappy. Enjoy!

Tristan headed towards the practice yard, leaving Shyare behind. He almost turned around when he saw her ashen face, the loss of the spunk that drew people towards her. He took a deep breath and continued forward.

As he reached the practice yard, his sharp ears noticed something different. He could not hear the laughter of the children. He entered the practice yard. Bors and Dagonet were in close hand to hand combat. Gawain and Galahad sparred as Arthur and Lancelot did so. He shrugged it off and picked up his bow, walking towards the archery range. This went on for nearly three hours, Tristan having spoken to no one.

He finally walked over to the group as they took a break. All were drenched in sweat, the sun bearing down on them like an overseer of the fields.

Arthur glanced at the Scout and then viewed the entire group, "I think that is all for today." He finished and walked away.

The other six went towards the tavern, ready to begin drinking that would last late into the night. Shyare was still on his mind. She and he should be the ones going there, happy, Shyare causing some harmless trouble. Tristan headed up the familiar stone steps to his quarters. As he turned the corner to reach level ground, he heard a shuffling and heavy breathing. He quickened his pace, as instinct told him to.

He saw Shyare leaning heavily against the wall, her night shirt down to her knees. Her feet scuffed themselves across the stone. She held her side with one hand. Tristan rushed to her aid. She fell just before having him reach her. In a collapsed pile, she looked at him with dull eyes. Tristan looked at her with worry, he pushed her dreadlocks away from her face. She was out of breath from her short walk, which only managed to be about three feet away from his door.

He scooped Shyare up gently and walked into the room, placing her on the bed once again. She lent against the pillow, attempting to get comfortable, but not wanting to go to sleep again. Had she even been asleep? She wondered. Nothing was very fresh in her mind. She remembered the tavern and being cut down. Tristan revealing his feelings to her as her eyes were shut was the clearest, simply listening to him made her feel stronger. She had to tell him. She couldn't fall asleep again.

He looked at her intently. She gave him a ghost of a smile. The pain in her side was coming in stabbing sequences. He knelt at her side.

"Tristan.." Shyare began softly, her breath becoming shallow.

"Don't talk," he soothed, "You need rest."

She shook her head roughly, "I need to tell you something."

Tristan simply nodded, it was best to let her talk when she was awake, who knew how long of a rest she would have next. She searched for his hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"I heard you talking to me earlier," she began in barely a whisper, "I love you."

Tristan's jaw actually dropped. Shyare looked and a small laugh escaped her, but she abruptly deceased when her side stretched from the movement.

"I-I..." he stuttered.

"'Tis true?" she asked, maybe she had misheard him and just made a fool of herself.

Tristan was speechless. This is what had raced through his mind when he had whispered it to her this morning, he took one deep breath after a difficult decision of how to respond, he finally said "'Tis."

"No," she breathed while shaking her head.

Did she think he was lying? Was it not convincing? Tristan thought in confusion.

"Say it." Shyare continued, "I said it to you."

"I love you," he said so quietly she acted as if she couldn't pick it up.

"I can't hear you!" she said back to her old self in a way, making things more difficult than needing to be.

"I love you." he replied in a speaking voice.

"What did you say?" she continued, holding back a laugh.

"Goddess damn it!" he yelled in frustration, "I love you woman!"

"I thought so," Shyare replied with a smile mixed with grimace.

She managed to gather the strength to grab his tunic collar and pull him into a kiss. They broke it off after an interruption of whistling and cheering came from the hall way. The two looked at the open door to see the knights, bastards, and Shyare's children. She actually blushed and pulled a pillow over her face. Tristan let out a low rumble of a laugh. What a day it had become.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. I don't think it was my best work. Please review! No flames! This next chappy will be approximately three months after this. So yay! We're moving along! Again, please review! It helps and gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside when you review! LoL! Have a nice day (or night)!