With things seemingly patched between her and Gavin, the two spent most of the morning together. It nearly felt as if nothing had changed over the few weeks they had been at the battlefront. Nearly. While she enjoyed their time together, Penelope couldn't help but feel like something was off or missing both in her affection for the other knight and his company. She sighed and tried to ignore it as she sat besides him in the shade of a nearby tent. 

"You think the barons will get the king to send more supplies soon?" Gavin asked quietly as he stared out at the camp. "With that last battle, I imagine we'll need them before the next." 

"It was a bad loss but I don't think it's impossible for us to get by without a new shipment." Penelope commented casually. She leaned into his side, trying to clear away the doubts that still seemed to linger. 

"Maybe.. But still it wouldn't hurt." He mused. 

"I guess. But-" 

"Penelope! There you are." 

Penelope lifted her head as Olivia came walking into view. The other female knight looked at Penelope then Gavin and paused, as she seemed to consider her words. "I'm surprised you two aren't joining the crowd." She mused crossing her arms as she looked down at them. A smirk crossed her lips but it was a bit different than usual. While there was still mischief, there also seemed to be a hint of annoyance in her expression, something Penelope noticed and found odd. 

"What crowd?" Gavin asked raising an eyebrow at her. 

"The one that's forming from the patrol's return." Olivia gestured over her shoulder before meeting Penelope's gaze. "Penelope your brother is back and it seems he had some success."

The knight felt a chill run down her spine at Olivia's words and without thinking, she hurried to get up from where she was sitting and charged off in the direction of where Olivia had pointed. So wrapped up in her worry, she didn't even catch Gavin telling her to wait and slow down as he hurried to try and catch up with her. As she neared, she was already beginning to see what the knight had meant by a crowd. Some of the knights that had been nearby were already gathering to congratulate Layth on his success as well as throw out insults and other cruel words towards the apprehended thief. [i]This is bad.. This is so bad..[/i] Penelope felt herself beginning to panic as the sight unfolded in front of her. Up ahead, she finally caught a glimpse of her brother and another comrade hauling Crow into the camp. 

Panic rose in the knight and she had to force down every instinct telling her to charge forward and get Crow free from their grip. Realizing she had been holding her breath, she took a deep inhale and tried to maintain a stoic expression. Her gaze hardened slightly and she maneuvered her way over towards where Layth was headed, which was the barons tent in the middle of camp. Already she spotted Mia, Edward and Bennet emerging from the tent, likely wondering what the commotion outside was. As their gazes fell upon Layth and Crow, Mia seemed uninterested, Bennet seemed pleased, and Edward beamed with pride for his lieutenant and nephew. 

Penelope moved to take her spot besides Mia, narrowing her gaze at Layth before it shift to Crow. She met his gaze for a brief moment. She struggled to keep her gaze neutral and quickly averted her eyes away from him, focusing back on her brother as she worried her serious exterior just might break if she looked at Crow for too long. "Well, what do we have here, Layth?" Mia asked calmly, narrowing her eyes at the knights and their prisoner.