Penelope sat up as she heard the door open, smiling as Crow entered the room. She barely had any time to say anything as the thief headed over to her and pressed a kiss to her lips. The knight didn't skip a beat and kissed him back. As he pulled back, she smiled softly at him. "I missed you too," she murmured. Once he sat down next to her, she took his hand in hers and pressed closer to him. 

"It wasn't too bad," she assured him. "The first couple of days were the worst merely because of how furious Mia, my baroness, was with me. But she's cooled down now and so has everyone else. Aside from a few snarky remarks that occasionally come up, not much has changed. It's nothing to worry about though. They just think I was being reckless." She gave him a small smirk and shrugged her shoulders. 

"Which I suppose to some extent isn't totally wrong. Anyways, so long as I don't have to disappear for that long again, I'm sure everything will be fine." Penelope gave his hand a soft squeeze and looked over at him, her smirk fading a bit as she took on a more serious expression. 

"How are you doing?" she asked him, her gaze briefly sweeping over him. One of the things she found frustrating about the illness was how difficult it was to tell how he felt. She had only discovered it by accident and couldn't help but wonder how much longer she would have gone without knowing about it if he hadn't collapsed during their attempt to escape from the patrol. "Where you able to find a new camp alright? I hope it wasn't too far of a walk for you."