The next day came quick and the knights wasted little time in departing from their temporary camp. Everyone was eager to return back to camp after having fought two battles, even the barons didn't waste much time in preparing to leave. The trip back was uneventful and mainly consisted of idle chat amongst the knights in order to pass time as they returned to their camp. Penelope spent some time at the front with Tomas, Mia, and Edward as the three discussed the success of the battles.

The conversation wasn't very interesting to the female knight as Edward gave himself high praise for the success while Mia and Tomas spoke about areas that could be improved in the organization of the battalion. She eventually left the older higher ups to speak with each other and fell back besides Olivia. The two chatted casually, enjoying the calmness of the day, and were eventually joined by Gavin. 

The male knight didn't join in much on their conversation, instead having his gaze trained on the path ahead, but he at least seemed content in their company. The three traveled on with the rest of the knights, finding a bit of a peaceful moment despite growing weary as the day wore on. It took the battalion nearly the whole day to reach their camp. By the time it came into sight, it was nearly dusk. As the battalion flooded into their camp, some knights headed straight to their tents while others headed straight to the alcohol supply, intent on celebrating the two victories.

The camp grew lively at the return of the battalion as a good portion of knights drank themselves into oblivion. Penelope stood off to the side of a small camp fire as she watched Olivia partake in a drinking competition with one of their comrades. She shook her head a little and glanced around the camp. Her gaze fell on Gavin as she noticed the male knight walking rigidly towards a particular tent. Bran's tent. She frowned a little and walked over to her friend. "Hey, Gavin." She called to him. He paused and looked over at her as she hurried to catch up with him. She stopped in front of him and fell into an awkward silence for a brief moment.

"Already going to speak with Bran?" she finally asked.

"Yeah... He needs to know what happened." Gavin mumbled looking over at the tent. A dim light was glowing from inside, likely from a lit oil lamp, alerting them that he was likely inside. 

"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked. "Bran can be... a bit much sometimes.. And I can't even imagine how he'll take the news."

"Thanks but I can handle it on my own." Gavin told her reassuringly. He turned to leave but paused, looking over his shoulder at Penelope. He gave her a small smile. "I appreciate all your help though... really, Penelope. Thank you." 

Penelope returned his smile and nodded her head. "No problem, Gavin." She told him. As he headed off to tell Alan's father about what had happened, she turned and headed off to her tent. The female knight had had enough action for a while and wanted nothing more than to enjoy a bit of peace in the coming days as she waited to meet up with Crow again. Stepping inside, she laid back on her mat and stared up at the ceiling of her tent, clearing her mind for a moment. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, her weariness getting the best of her.