There was love, a reliable and real love grown in a handful of days, and Tristan did not know why it was: friendship had happened to both of them, on the sudden, completely aside from Tristan's both endangering and saving Croissant's life. It was no reason related to that, it was no reason that either of them quite knew. Croissant had simply risen on his horizon like the sun of his banner...and that was that.... They were together, and there was a great deal right with the day simply in that.