Once they had reached the clearing, Crow let his hand fall back to his side as Penelope released it. He followed her lead, putting some distance between them in case William was roused by the sound of their arrival. It seemed like the older knight hadn’t woken up yet, as he hadn’t moved upon their return to the camp, but the thief didn’t want to risk getting caught if he did get up for whatever reason.

He glanced at Penelope as she went back to her position to keep watch and told him to get more sleep. Admittedly, he was tired, both from waking up early and lying with her, but he didn’t feel right about going back to sleep while she had to stay up and keep a lookout by herself. So, instead of going back to the grassy patch he had slept on earlier, he made his way over to her spot by the edge of the clearing and sat down against the trunk of a tree.

“You think I’m going to let you keep watch by yourself right now?” he looked up at her with a teasing smirk. “I know you’re just as tired as I am, love, so I’m going to help you stay awake.” He drew his knees to his chest and folded his arms over them, looking at the forest around them in a lazy search for movement. Of course, there was nothing, so he proceeded to amuse himself by picking up a small rock and tossing it between his hands.

“How do you knights not pass out from boredom when you do this?” he wondered aloud, turning back to her again. “Standing around with nothing to do but watch the trees. It seems like a terrible job.”