“Alright then,” Crow said when Penelope agreed that the meetings they had for now were good enough. He met her lips as she kissed him and then nodded. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.” As he spoke, his mind was already working to figure out how he could steal more time alone with her. He didn’t know much about how the knights’ camp operated, but he could figure a few things out on his end. The biggest barriers he faced in making time to get away from the thieves were the frequent raids they went on. The trips often required a bit of traveling, and he didn’t have much of a chance to slip off without his absence being noticed. If he wanted to get away in the future, he was going to need a believable excuse.

As Penelope announced that they should get going, he nodded reluctantly. He knew she was right, although she didn’t know the full extent of the truth in her words. The raid he had planned with Simon would be his first since the beginning of his spells of fatigue, so he wanted to be well rested before they left. He hoped that in getting a bit more sleep, he would minimize his chance of passing out in the middle of the robbery. Of course, he had no clue if sleeping more would actually have an impact on his illness, but he was willing to try anything by now.

Following the knight’s lead, Crow got up from the bed and located his clothes on the floor, putting them back on in preparation to leave. He wished they had a bit more time together, but it seemed like they would be parting ways like this often until the war ended. For now, he would just have to content himself with the brief moments he had alone with her and hope the war came to a conclusion soon.

“Let’s see,” he mused aloud after Penelope asked him when they should meet again, stepping over to collect his cloak. “We won’t be able to meet again until I’m back, so… four days?” He met her gaze as he slung the fabric over his shoulders. “Is that a good time for you?”