Crow trailed after Gavin and Penelope as they led the way out of the tavern. He managed to make it to the door without running into any tables or chairs, but it definitely took all of his focus to do so, and he had a few close calls before they were finally on the open road. With nothing in his path to look out for, the thief relaxed a little more, raising his arms over his head in a long stretch and yawning again. He couldn’t wait to get back to the campsite, so he could lay down and get some sleep.

Behind him, he could hear Alistair and Olivia chatting and laughing loudly with each other, and he smiled faintly to himself. Now that the two weren’t trying to trick him or otherwise mess with him, he found that he was feeling happy for them. In all the time he’d been living with Alistair, he had never seen the thief as enamored with a woman as he was with the knight. While he still had his doubts that Olivia would be as willing to follow the same path that Penelope was—who knew if she even wanted a long-term relationship to begin with—he hoped things would work out for them to some degree.

Crow was drawn from his musings when he heard Penelope speak up and stretch her hand out towards him. He trotted up beside her to intertwine their fingers as he took her hand. “’M fine,” he answered her question with a shrug and then frowned thoughtfully. “But I shoul’ pro’ly drink some water when we get back, so I don’ wake up too hungover.” He squeezed her hand and smiled. “Y’should too, love.”

“It’s probably too late for that,” Gavin muttered, seeming more irritable at the thief’s sudden appearance by his side.

“No ‘arm in tryin’,” Crow pointed out. He shifted to walk a little closer to Penelope’s side, wanting to stay next to her as they headed back to their camp. “A li’l water an’ sleep sounds great righ’ now.”

Gavin just grunted in response and then fell silent for a moment before he casted the thief a glance from the corner of his eye. “Why don’t you stay back with Olivia and that other thief of yours? They’re far drunker than the two of you, so they might need help getting back to camp.”

Crow frowned, “I’d rath’r stay up ‘ere.”

“Then why don’t you just go check on them?” Gavin insisted. “If they don’t need anything, then you could come back.”

“I guess’so,” Crow relented after a moment, too inebriated to realize that the knight was just trying to get rid of him. He pressed a quick kiss to Penelope’s cheek and let go of her hand. “I’ll be righ’ back. Don’ miss me too much.” He casted her a teasing wink and slowed his pace to fall back beside the others.