Penelope gave a small nod as he assured her he was alright. She noticed he was favoring the leg but trusted his word so she didn't push it for now. She glanced over at him as he asked about her and soon caught on to what he meant. Letting out a soft sigh, she lowered gaze to the ground and shook her head at his words. "It's not like that..." She began quietly. The image of the scared look Abraxas had right before the arrow hit him flashed through her mind, making the knight flinch. 

"It wasn't just a fluke.. It was my fault. I completely froze, right in the open. Just because of the damned weather." Feeling frustration towards herself, she kicked a small rock that came across her path as they walked. "He would have been fine if he just kept moving but he stopped to try and snap me out of it. When I turned to look at him, the arrow sank into his chest instead of my head..." The knight trailed off for a moment. Now that she wasn't running for her life or worrying about if Crow survived, Abraxas' death began to sink in more and along with it, a heavy feeling of guilt. Though they had succeeded in their mission to retrieve the staff and even get William out, she couldn't help but feel defeated. 

[i]And I can't do anything to fix that mistake.[/i] She added silently. In that moment, she had felt so powerless to what was going on around her. She looked over at William as he walked ahead of them. She'd likely would have joined Abraxas if the older knight had dragged her forward. 

"I'm glad that we both made it out and that I'm still alive but..," Penelope shook her head and looked over at Crow with a despondent expression. "I was the one that froze, not Abraxas. I should be the one dead. I was the coward that couldn't move."