Penelope fell quiet as she listened to him. She was a bit surprised to hear him say that he couldn’t stand the sight of blood considering how dangerous his line of work was. However, the knight was horrified by the story he told. She had been too young at the time to even know about that happening and it was likely never spoke of but in whispers afterwards. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder what her father knew about the incident or if he was even apart of it. It sent a chill down her spine at the thought of not only knowing but being so close to someone who had participated in such a brutal act. She frowned as he revealed the long scar he had across his torso. 

She also couldn’t help but feel a spark of anger towards the tax collectors. It was foolish to feel it now since the attack was far in the past but that didn’t stop the knight from wishing there was something she could do as she thought about all the lives that were lost that day. She swallowed her anger down as lifted her gaze back up to meet his before stared down at his hands. Her expression softened and she grabbed his hand, giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. 

“I think that’s the least shocking thing you’ve said..” She told him with a half-hearted smile. It was true though as she had never pinned him as someone who killed, even before growing close to him. He was known for escaping capture, not for fighting after all. “You might be the most wanted thief in Brerra but you’re also one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.

“And,” She said, her smiling fading and being replace by a small frown. Her eyes glimmered with sympathy for the thief, still wishing there was more to do than just say some words. “I’m sorry that ever happened.. I-“ She paused shaking her head as she felt her anger rising again. The thought of going through what he did, she started to understand his distrust and dislike of knights. It went far beyond what she had thought originally thought which was just basic clashing of careers. The knight had been taught to think badly of thieves but the thief had seen the worst of knights first hand. “-I don’t understand how they could just.. do that. And,my gods, I don’t understand how you were even willing to be my friend! Let alone get to where we are now. I-I’d probably still hate me if I were you.”