Penelope listened as Crow explained how the oil worked. She gave a small nod to his words and watched as he coated his dagger in the oil. The way it glinted in the moonlight was nearly haunting to the knight as the henbane made the blade even more dangerous than before. She looked down at her own dagger and moved to lightly swirl it in the pot before looking back to Crow as he mentioned having a solution to only being able to use the oil once. She raised an eyebrow at him curiously. 

As she noticed him moving to get up, she quickly let go fo her dagger, letting it lean against the side of the pot, as she stood up to move to his side just in case he needed any help. He seemed stable enough as he walked over to their supplies so Penelope relaxed and stood back as he pulled out his old tunic to rip a piece off so he could dip it in the oil. Taking it from him, she felt a little more secure knowing that she would have more than just one chance to use the henbane with her dagger. 

“Gods, it’s a good thing you found this stuff.” Penelope mused as she looked down at the folded up cloth. It was strange to think how pretty much their whole plan revolved around a plant. She moved to retrieve her dagger from the pot, making sure it was coated before slipping it away in it’s hidden sheath and stashed away the cloth as well, being careful to avoid getting any of the poison on herself. 

“Guess we better lace your arrows and then get moving.. Has it worn off enough yet?” She asked him as she moved to grab the quiver and bring it over to the pot. “Or do you need more time?"