Penelope hurrried towards the boulder and was just about to duck behind it when she felt Crow's hand slip from hers. There was a noticeable thump from behind her and she looked over to see Crow had fallen to the ground. A fresh wave of panic hit the knight as she moved to his side. 

She was about to see what was wrong with the thief, worried that her guess had been correct and that he was losing blood quickly somehow. The sound of the patrol approaching made her pause and instead realize that she needed to get them out of the way of the knights before first. She hooked her arms under Crow's and dragged the thief behind the boulder. She struggled a little due to their size difference but luckily they didn't have to go far.

Once she got them both safely behind the boulder, she gently set him down and moved to crouch down besides him, listening as the patrol dreww closer. Her heart hammered anxiously in her chest. If the knights managed to find them now, they wouldn't be able to get away now that Crow was unconscious. The female knight grew tense and reached for the hilt of her sword.

Luckily the footsteps of the knights eventually faded and she was able to relax. Only momentarily though as he gaze fell on Crow passed on besides her. She frowned and began to eye him over, looking for any signs of bleeding. However, she didn't see anything, even after lifting his tunic up.

Penelope blinked. "Crow... what's going on?" She breathed with worry. It wasn't an injury, that much she was now sure of after looking him over. [i]Is.. Is he sick?[/i] She looked down at the thief and took his hand in hers. She could treat any obvious injury but it seemed he was dealing with something she couldn't see. The knight let out a shaky breath, praying that he'd wake up soon as she was unsure what else to do.