Penelope muttered something foul under her breath as he took off. She wasted no time in pursuing him. She weaved through the trees surprisingly well and kept up with him for the most part. He should have learned from before that she would be able to keep up with him. There was a dark gleam in her eyes, clearly angered by his actions and feeling foolish since she had nearly fallen for them.

Her pace increased slightly as she pushed herself forward. There was no way she was letting him get away so easily. When she started to gain ground on him, a cocky smirk came over her expression. She noticed him halt ahead but thought little of it and used the chance to catch up to him. However, she was too late when she realized what had made him come such a sudden stop. Penelope tried to stop in time but was unable to as she crashed into Crow and knocked them both into the gushing water. 

It was icy cold and she gasped for breath. Her mind became more concerned with trying to get out rather than locate Crow, who had also fallen in. She flailed her limbs in a futile fashion. Her armor was slowly weighing her down bit by bit. Before long she felt her struggles weaken and fell unconcious.

With a sudden jerk, Penelope suddenly sat up and began hacking up the water that she had swallowed. The knight looked much weaker and paler than usual as the breeze that went past made her tremble. Her muscles ached and she found it a struggle to try and stand up. Looking around, she found herself in an unfamiliar area at the water's edge. The foest seemed dense and she had trouble distinguishing her current location. The only thing that helped was the river that had taken her here. A lucky land mark for the way back to the villiage.

As she looked around, she also took notice of another person nearby. Crow. Slowly, she picked herself up and stumbled over to the thief, looking down on him with a glare in her eyes. She nearly felt like giving him a good kick in the side to wake him up but she showed restraint and merely nudged him with her foot. "Still alive?" she said before coughing again. Her voice seemed rather cold and distant like before when their trip had first started. His little stunt had lost whatever trust and friendliness Penelope had held towards him, for now at least.