Penelope blinked in surprise as she felt Crow grab her wrist. She paused then turned back to him as he began to apologize again for his actions. Her gaze flickered to the ground as he spoke, quietly listening to his words. It wasn't too shocking to learn that Layth had nearly killed a child and she did believe Crow had been right to intervene and fight her brother. She had just wished there had been a different way of him ending that fight that didn't include trying to kill. Perhaps she had been asking for too much but with her loyalties having been so divided and all she was risking anyways, she couldn't help but think there was another solution. 

As he met her gaze and assured her that he was still the same, she couldn't help but feel a bit relieved at his words. His apology was enough to make the knight's frustration with him begin to die down and for her to begin to forgive him. For a moment, the knight wondered if she was letting it go to easily, likely blinded by her care for the thief that made her so willing to let go of what had happened. 

[i]Layth had been in the wrong too.[/i] She reminded herself, finding that her forgiveness was acceptable. [i]They both got out of it alive. That and his apology are enough for me right now.[/i] Coming to a decision, she looked over at Crow and took a small step towards him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "It mattered." She told him quietly as she met his gaze for a moment. Though it might take her a bit of time to fully let go of what happened, she was willing to put it behind them for now and she wanted him to know that his apology was accepted. 

Suddenly a bit more aware of her hand on him as well as how close they were, Penelope quickly retracted her hand and stepped away from him. She was soon reminded of her other trouble with Crow, the feelings that seemed to still linger from the past. Only now they were only more confusing after what had occurred on the battlefield. It seemed that even the hurt emotions she had felt from his actions hadn't killed them off. The knight wanted to groan in frustration. 

"W-We should make this quick. It's starting to get late." Penelope said a bit awkwardly as she turned and headed back into the tavern. She moved to sit down at an empty table and gave a more serious expression as she tried to recover from all they had gone through. Once he had joined her, she looked over at him and shifted a bit uneasily. "There isn't much to report right now.. We took quite a beating this last battle so it'll probably be a while before the next one... The more concerning topic is.. er." The knight paused. She hadn't exactly been planning on telling Crow everything that night, having been caught up in her anger and hurt feelings. However, now it would feel wrong to hold back information from him. She just wished it wasn't such a touchy subject. 

"Since my brother saw you in battle, he's pretty dead set on trying to hunt you down.." She finally said with a long sigh, averting her gaze. "He's leading patrols all over so be careful.. He's got a few loyal friends that aren't much better than him so I imagine they won't give up easily."