She was busy planning out how to go about treating his wounds when he finally spoke up. It broke her train of thought and she turned look over at him, slightly surprised. At his questions, she smiled faintly and rolled her eyes. "I thought that your leg was ok..." She muttered before crossing her arms. Her gaze wasn't serious or stern. If anything, it was soft.

For a small moment, she couldn't help but feel a bit of empathy towards him. She may have put a lot of trust and faith in him, but she still had her doubts as well. However, Crow seemed much less willing to trust her and that was only with things such as emotions. It made her realize that his trust issues must be worse than those of her own. She couldn't help but think of the reasons for it.

"Those are weird questions. Hard to answer too..." The knight let out a sigh and gave a small shrug. "I guess, it's because I understand you. I mean, I get why you lie, cheat, and even steal. It's hard to hold hatred or grudges once you begin to hold sympathy instead." Penelope looked off to the side as she continued speaking. "Anyways, I don't hate you... I don't think I ever hated you. Pride and mere stereotyping may have blinded my judgement of you when we first met but, I'd like to think things have changed."

Penelope cleared her throat and eyed with a teasing gaze. She smirked. "Besides that, aren't you one to talk? You talk about only helping me because of the deal we made but that's a lie. Before you tried to escape, you comforted me when I was having issues with my father and brother. Heck, you even got those dumb nobles to bandage my shoulder when you didn't even have to. Don't act like it's just me." Penelope snickered.