Crow wrapped his arms around the small of Penelope’s back as she leaned into him. He rested his head against hers and closed his eyes, smiling serenely as he relaxed against her. At her comment, he chuckled softly, “I’m glad we’ll never have to do that again. I just hope the time comes soon when we don’t have to separate for longer than a day.” He couldn’t wait for that. The thought of spending the rest of his life with her by his side sent a thrill of excitement through him.

He looked up again when he felt her pull away from him to collect her clothes and then followed suit, picking up his pants from the ground and putting them back on. Just as he began to reach for his shirt, he glanced at her with a frown as she said they should part ways soon. “I’m glad you’ve managed to get on her good side,” he said, bending down to retrieve his tunic and straightening again. “That’s not an easy thing to do if she already has a vendetta against you. However, whatever she said to you before doesn’t matter anymore.”

He slid his shirt back on and stepped over to the knight, taking her hands in his and grinning at her proudly. “I proved to her that I’m feeling much better, and I’m perfectly capable of managing my own health without needing her to tell me what to do.” He leaned down and kissed her playfully on the nose. “We can stay out as long as we like, darling.”