Penelope couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief as he began to tell his story. It seemed to bounce them back from whatever awkwardness that had just taken over and she was more than glad to steer away from that. Especially since she couldn’t seem to get ridiculous ideas out of her head. She looked over at him as he whistled and smirked lightly. 

His story was a welcomed distraction and it actually interested her. Penelope was slightly impressed by his skills to pick up a language. Not that she’d let him know that. She doubted she could ever do it as easily as he described and she already had enough trouble merely taking on an accent let alone learning a whole other language. She raised an eyebrow at him as he slipped into another language at the end, clearly not recognizing it or even realizing it was two different languages. She had rarely been in the outer villages and didn’t have much knowledge about other cultures or languages. She just simply knew they were out there. 

“I see. Well it’s certainly convenient. We’d be in a way worse situation without it.” Penelope said with a small sigh. “Although, I do always have a small worry you’ve been teaching us the wrong accent.” The knight joked, faking a suspicious look at Crow.