Penelope looked over at the other two as William gave Crow the ale. As he glanced at her, she gave him a small, half-hearted smile, hoping to ease his hesitation about becoming intoxicated. After he had finished the drink, the female knight grew a bit more tense as she knew that what was to follow would be the more painful part of the whole ordeal. She took Crow's hand in hers as the thief readied for William to take the dagger out of his chest. She braced herself as well, knowing that his grip on her hand would get tighter once the dagger was removed. 

As William removed the blade, Penelope gave a small wince as Crow squeezed her hand. She began to rub her thumb over his hand comfortingly while her gaze drifted over to watch William work on the open wound. Admittedly, she was a bit impressed with the knight's capability in tending to the serious wound. She was suddenly rather relieved that William had been so insistent on doing it himself now that she was able to see how skilled he was. Once the older knight finished patching up the wound, Penelope gave a small nod to his words, watching as he moved away to dress his own injuries. 

She grabbed some bandages for the cuts on her shoulder and leg before moving to sit besides Crow while she dressed them. Penelope looked over at the thief, still clearly concerned even though his injury had been taken care of. "How are you feeling so far?" She asked him softly.