Penelope staggered onto the river bank. She wavered, struggling to stay up. The familiar dull aching of muscles began to arise again. The trip across the river only made her feel weary and cold. She wrapped her arms around herself and moved to lean against the tree for support. She let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes for a brief moment. 

"Could have gone worse." Penelope mumbled, shaking her head slightly. She forced her eyes open again and looked down at the thief. "Come on... Just a little further..." Slowly, she moved reluctantly away from the tree and turned in the direction of the village. The knight staggered, struggling to keep her balance now that she had no support. "Ugh... I think I might actually cry when I see a warm bed." Penelope said with a sigh of longing.