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Normal POV

About fifteen minutes later, Tristan was back on the roof, contemplating on what Amy said about the knights doing a prank on anyone. Sure, he had done some cunning tricks on the knights, and they found out that it was him behind them. He sighed as he closed his eyes. In his hands was something that he had taken off earlier that morning: it was the necklace of Morgana's ring.

His mind wandered back to the time after the Battle of Baden Hill, when he and Morgana went north to build their lives. Their life, with their daughter Deidre, felt complete. In his mind's eye, he relived watching her perform wedding after wedding, excluding their wedding. He smiled at those memories as Amy got to the roof. Amy noticed that he almost had a goof look on his face; she never questioned what caused him to do that. She noticed that the sun cast a earthly glow on the scout's face: his hair, though to be of a darkish brown color, looked more lighter and vibrant in the sun's rays; his tanned skin defined every curve on his face; his braids standing out more to Amy's eyes.

She didn't know what Tristan was thinking about, so she quietly walked up to the silent scout. She was contemplating whether or not she should alert Tristan of her presence there. She decided not to tell him, but to allow Tristan time to realize that he wasn't alone. So, she walked over to the silent scout's side and sat next to him. She sat there, wondering what to do while she waited. She thought about singing, she thought about twiddling her thumbs…

"You can stop acting as though you aren't there; I figured that you were next to me for a few minutes now," Tristan said as he opened his eyes and turned to face Amy.

Amy was about to reply back when his dark chocolate eyes stared at her hazel-brown. Immediately all her thoughts were lost. She went from a cool-tempered assassin/thief/hacker to an obvious fan girl in a matter of breaths.

'He's so dre—wait a minute! Why am I degrading myself to an idiotic type of girl that always relied on daddy…that's just…argh! That's just not me…' she thought as she shook her head vigorously to remove the thoughts.

All the meanwhile, Tristan, having something planned for the young assassin, moved himself so that he was in front of Amy and bent down so that he was somewhat level with Amy's face. He moved his right hand towards Amy's face, stroking her jaw line gently with the back of his hand.

'Christ! What's he doing?' she thought as Tristan leaned in…but, he turned his head so that he could whisper in Amy's ear.

"Had you going at that, huh?" the scout asked as he backed away and headed for the ladder.