“Hey,” Connor nudges you, pointing to the sky “It’s the Big Dipper.”

You were well known at the Manor for your incredible abilities, taking on many British and Templars at the same time, always bringing food home.

On the other hand, you annoyed the other two men greatly with your stubbornness and lack of self-preservation. Whether you were being reprimanded by Achllies for passing out on the training grounds until someone found you or Connor was forcing you to take a break, you were always working.

And that’s how Connor found you this night, on the brink of passing out and still throwing punches at the straw dummy. He coaxed you into going onto the roof with him and just resting.

“Or maybe it’s the Little Dipper…I’m not sure, I’m more used to Mohawk constellations.” Connor sighs.