As soon as she stepped outside, Penelope threw the hood of her cloak over her head and set a brisk pace towards her camp. It was just rain, she could make it to camp. The knight tried to keep a level head but quickly lost it as a flash of lightning lit up the sky and a loud roar of thunder followed it. Her eyes grew wide with terror and for a moment the knight froze. Overcome with her fear, she turned and raced off into the nearest alleyway, desperate to get out of the open and find cover from the storm. 

She dove behind some old wooden crates that were stacked against one of the houses. Penelope brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as she flinched as another clap of thunder sounded from above. Trembling with fear, the knight closed her eyes tightly, trying to regain at least some composure. It had been a while since she had dealt with her fear. She was usually more careful when the sky showed signs of storm and often locked herself up inside to weather it out by herself. The knight didn't like others seeing her in such a state of weakness. 

Without warning, an unwelcome memory crossed her mind. The sight of the arrow sinking into Abraxas forced the knight to open her eyes once more, suddenly much more willing to see the flashes of lightning than the image of her comrade dying because of her. The guilt of his death still haunted her even two years later and storms were always quick to remind her of it.  

She took in an fast, uneven breath, feeling herself begin to hyperventilate as she recalled both the memory of Abraxas and the one from her childhood. She felt overwhelmed. So much so that between her panic and the storm, she didn't even hear Crow calling out for her. The knight tightened her arms around herself, praying for the storm to end.