A couple days after that, they were on the look out for HTT, since he probably found out about Lee faking it. Stampy is still pretty proud of him for doing that, knowing that would've been pretty hard to do in the first place. Stampy was now looking out his window. humming and keeping his bow close just in case. He had Barnaby by his side, and they both had an eye out for Hit.

The tw jumped and Stampy almost fired at the person, but it was Lee, who gasped. Stampy gasped as well and put thebow down, looking worried. "Sorry! I thought you were Hit!" He said. Lee nodded and relaxed. "It's alright, it's alright!" He smiled a bit, in which Stampy did as well. They were now on the lookout together, not being able to see anything but gras and trees, and they were slightly relieved that they didn't see anything bad. They started chatting, letting their guard down. Barnaby even fell asleep.

They let their guard  down so much, that they didn't notice Squid come in. They only noticed when he said something. "Hey, guys. What's up?" He asked. They looked up at them, a abit confused. "Oh, hello! When did you get here?" Stampy smiled. "Just a moment ago, you guys didn't notice?" He chuckled and they blushed slightly. "I guess not..." Stampy said awkwardly. Lee nodded and looked away, the same amount of awkwardness as Stampy.

Soon, night fell, and they decided to go outside for a while to sky-gaze. When Squid went to look for them, he saw them outside, sitting together and looking up at the sky. He smiled and leaned back, leaving them to themselves. After about an hour of sky-gazing, they went inside.

Squid walked into Stampy's room, seeing him fixing up the poor bear. He was tying a roll of bandages around a wound on Lee's stomach. He stared and then chuckled awkwardly. Stampy tilted his head and sat up, as well as Lee. "What happened!?" Squid gasped. They huffed softly. "Lee got shot by a Skeleton outside tonight." Stampy explained. Squid nodded, soon looking to the author, shrugging, and running away.

Stampy and Lee shrugged at each other and went to bed for that night. The next morning, Stampy got up first and stretched his muscles, then sat back down and put on his iron boots. He looked out his window, at Ester and smiled softly and sleepily. He stood up again and went to check on Lee, but right as he was walking into the painting, Lee was walking out, making them run into each other, quite comically. "Oh! Hah, sorry, my bad..." Lee chuckled, getting up and helping Stampy, who was also laughing. "It's alright!"

Tbc...