Penelope's eyes widened as Crow admitted that he had caused the own cut on his hand. She parted her lips, looking ready to protest his words but she stopped. She was a little more understanding of his point of view now due to having been reminded of her own fear now and let out a small sigh. That feeling of fear controlling you wasn’t something the knight enjoyed. She glanced at his arm, wishing that she could think of a better way to go about dealing with his aversion.

As he pointed out how he was getting better, she was rather surprised by how quickly he made progress. “I see..” She mumbled. 

“Alright.” She said nodding her head in agreement with his words. What he said made sense to her. She had been the one wanting to push him to learn more about fighting before anyways but after learning about his fear and where it stemmed from, she had been willing to let it go. The thought of Crow not only learning, but also being able to properly fight gave the knight an unexpected feeling of relief. Though she had always been ready to fight to keep both of them alive, she found the mere idea of having back up comforting, especially after losing William and Abraxas. “I could use a sparing partner anyways.” She added shooting him a small smirk. 

“I’ll teach you what I can with the time we’ve got left.” Penelope promised as she stood back up. “I know you already know how to somewhat use a dagger and sword so we’ll just work on refining that more... If anything goes wrong, we’ll both be ready.” A small look of determination flashed in her green eyes. 

The knight turned to glance towards the stable door before looking back to Crow. “On another note, we should probably head out before anyone comes to check on the horses.” She added.