Penelope rolled her eyes at his teasing. “It’s my way of saying let’s not stand out so much.” She said, gladly intertwining their fingers as he grabbed her hand again. She nodded her head in agreement and moved to walk closely besides him. The warmth of his embrace and the softness of his lips against hers were still on her mind. She pressed her lips together, trying to contain the smile that kept finding it’s way back to her face. 

It all felt so surreal. A knight and thief in love. It had sounded ridiculous and absurd, yet there she was, walking besides him and beaming with joy over the result of her confession. She looked up at him with clear affection. It felt so freeing not have to worry about hiding her feelings around him anymore and with everything seeming to work out so perfectly, the knight nearly wondered if she was dreaming. [i]If I am, I don’t want to wake up..[/i] She thought. There was plenty to still be worried about but those things were pushed to the back of her mind at the moment.

Penelope wrapped her arms around him once more as he suddenly pulled her into him again. She kissed him back, smiling against his lips. “I can’t either..” She admitted quietly. She closed her eyes as he traced her jawline with his lips. Her heart still managed to leap at his compliment, especially now that she didn’t have to second guess anything. The knight smirked as she heard the rumbling of his stomach. 

“Maybe. If not, I’ve still got some food I took from the wagon.” She told him with a small chuckle. She leaned up and kissed his cheek then took his hand in hers once more. She turned and began to lead the way into the inn. There seemed to only be a few people in the dining hall, though nearly all of them were drinking rather than eating. However, spotting a couple fresh dishes among the mugs of ale, Penelope figured that they were still serving dinner. 

“Looks like you’re in luck.” She mused as she began to head over to an empty table.