Penelope pressed into him as he kissed her again. Though his touch sent her heart racing like before, there was something slightly different in his kiss. The knight wasn't sure quite what and didn't think too much about it, caught up in her own passion for him. She panted as he finally pulled back and smiled at his words. "I love you too," she mumbled in return, closing her eyes serenely as he kissed along her jaw. 

As he kissed her again, the knight was unable to shake the feeling something was off again and this time she didn't dismiss it so easily. Penelope held him tightly to herself, blinking in surprise as he pushed her back against the tree. There nearly seemed to be a desperateness mixed with his affection and it made her wonder if something was wrong. She shivered at the feeling of his lips and his warm breath against her skin. Combined with his alluring words, it was nearly enough to make her ignore whatever was off so she could fully enjoy her time with the thief, especially after how long it had been. 

He hadn't kissed like that even when they had first reunited after the three weeks so surely something had changed. Did it have something to do with his illness? The thought was enough to bring the knight to a clearer state of mind amidst her passion. Hazel and Jane seemed certain they had reached the closest thing to a cure and that Crow would live but perhaps they had been wrong. She shuddered at the thought. Worried that such bad news was why he was kissing her so fervently, she could no longer ignore it. 

Penelope slid her hands down his arms, reached to take his hands in hers rather than helping him undo the fastening of her dress. "You're kissing me like you're going somewhere," she murmured softly, as she gently moved his hands away from the strings. She leaned her head back against the tree look at him with concerned frown, studying him as she tried to figure out what was wrong.  "Crow.. Are you alright?"