Penelope gave a small nod at Crow's reply, relaxing a little as he seemed to be doing better. She busied herself with tending to her wounds, luckily of which none were severe. Now that her worry for Crow was put at ease for the time being, she also became more aware of the pain in her side where the one mercenary had hit her with his mace. She shifted, testing to see if he had possibly broken one of her ribs. The pain was dull and it seemed to just be a badly bruised spot. 

She looked back over at Crow as he spoke again. "I guess so." She mumbled in agreement. When he asked about William, the female knight shook her head. "I had no idea."  She admitted, sneaking a glance over at the older knight. "I was never around him when an injury like that happened before. Guess he has quite a bit more experience with treating wounds than I thought." Penelope was still surprised by William's abilities. She wondered how far his knowledge of medicine and healing went. 

William, having finished bandaging his wounds, stepped back over to the two and crossed his arms. "Let's get moving." He grumbled impatiently. "I don't want to waste anymore time here." Penelope glanced up at the knight and then nodded her head. She didn't like the idea of staying out in the open much longer either, especially after learning that one of the mercenaries had gotten away. She stood up and then turned to Crow offering him a hand to help him up to his feet.

"Do you think you're ready to move? Or do you need more time?" Penelope asked him. Though she wanted to get moving like William, she also didn't want Crow to push himself if he needed a little bit more time to recover.