Penelope smiled to herself as the familiar building came into view. The place wasn't much to look at considering how worn down it was but it's personal importance to Crow was beginning to wear off a bit on the knight as they continued to meet there. Though they had plans to leave to Farhill, she would like to one day figure out a way to repair it for him, even if they didn't have plans to actually use the small home. 

She stepped inside and looked into the room with a bright gaze as she expected to see him there. However, it seemed that she was the first to arrive. The knight quietly closed the door behind her and stepped further into the room. She tried to suppress the nervousness she felt about being the first to arrive. The knight hoped it was just due to her eagerness that she had arrived a little earlier than usual and not that Crow had ran into any trouble, sickness or patrol alike. [i]I'm probably just early.[/i] She assured herself with a small shake of her head. Though it didn't completely rid her of her worry, Penelope managed to push it to the back of her mind for now.

Deciding it was much too soon to start fretting over it, Penelope walked over to grab the oil lamp from the table. Lighting it, she set it down in the middle of the room then stepped off to the side to remove her cloak. She stretched for a moment before setting the cloak down on the nearby chair. Stepping over to the bed, she sat down and leaned back on the palms of her hands she waited for Crow. Her gaze rested on the front door for a moment before she leaned her head back to look up at the broken ceiling, letting her thoughts wander a bit as she considered how much there was to do in the coming days.