Penelope noticed how he paled at the sight of her injury and moved to hold her injured arm closer to herself so the wound wouldn’t be as easily seen. She took his hand and got back up to her feet with his help. “Yeah.” She mumbled in agreement as she looked down at her wound. Following him over to the bags, she very lightly began to pull back some of the wrapping, wincing slightly as it caused her arm to sting. The cut had been healing rather well up until now but due to it’s original deepness, it seemed it would take a little longer before she wouldn’t have to worry about it reopening. 

Her gaze swept back over to Crow as she felt him take her hand and give her a soft tug. She moved to sit down besides him in the grass and began to reach for the clean bandages he had gotten out of the bag, only stopping as she noticed he had begun to unravel her current one. Penelope looked over at him as he continued to speak. “I was wondering.” She mused absently as she recalled the many scars he had on his body. 

It didn’t take long for the henbane to take effect. Soon the stinging pain of her wound was no more than a light tingle. She looked over at him, returning his smile. “Alright.” She said with a small chuckle before she leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Still, consider this my thanks.” She added with a wink. 

With her wound dressed, Penelope stood back up and rolled her shoulders as her gaze drifted to the looming castle in the distance. “We should get moving again.” She muttered.