Penelope blinked as the two thieves nearly got into a fight. She was glad she had claimed them to just be suitors as their argument unbeknownst to them helped the narrative she had pushed to Lorelle. Though she was bit surprised Crow had snapped at Hartley like that. The boy had been flirting with her ever since they met him after all but she figured it was just the ale talking.

She gave a small wave of goodbye to Lorelle as she lead her husband upstairs, leaving the knight alone to deal with the two drunks. She put one arm around both of them and began to help them over to the room finding it a bit of a difficult task. Then suddenly came the unexpected whisper from Crow, his breath warm on her ear. Penelope’s face went a bright red as she felt his lips brush softly against her neck and her heart pounded against her chest. 

“I-I say you’ve had to much to drink, Crow.” Penelope stuttered as she tried to regain some composure. With the couple gone, she figured it was alright for her to use their real names and drop the accent. She kept her voice low though out of caution. [i]It’s just the alcohol talking, stop getting all worked up over it..[/i] She told herself sternly. However, her words to herself didn’t help as her cheeks remained a bright red. 

“It’s me, Penelope. Not whoever else the ale is letting you imagine.” She said as she ushered the two drunks into the room.

“I know it’s you!” Hartley said leaning his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes for a moment. “And you’re peerfect.”

Penelope shook her head at the younger boy and let him go for a brief moment to close the door behind them. She walked them over to the make-shift beds on the ground and got Hartley to his bed first. “Here, just rest for a while.” She said as Hartley lowered himself onto the bed, stumbling a bit as he sat down. 

“Penelope, Penelope, Penelope.” He said as he stretched out on the bed. “S’beautiful!”

She sighed, quietly hoping they would both pass out. “Ok Crow, here’s your bed.” She said, moving to help him lay down.