The knight barely had time to go any further into detail before she was suddenly bombarded with questions from the three thieves.   She glanced around at the three of them as they finally seemed to settle enough to wait for her to respond. Feeling like she could speak now, her gaze shifted to meet Rikki's again. Though the female thief had caused a bit of trouble by trying to get between her and Crow, she felt a wave of sympathy for the other woman who had believed him to be dead. She placed her other hand over Rikki's and gave a comforting squeeze as she held her gaze.

"He's not. I wouldn't lie about that." she assured softly. Letting her hand go, she turned her gaze to the other two thieves. "After I killed Jaxon, the fight pretty much ended and a few of my comrades started recognizing Crow. I told them that he wasn't the enemy and that he had saved me.." the knight faltered slightly as she recalled how panicked and helpless she had felt during that moment when Crow was near death. She let out a shaky sigh and shook her head.

"I was the leader of that patrol so I gave the order to take him back to camp with us.. We patched him up with what we could find at Jaxon's camp. Gavin, Olivia and a few other knights rotated carrying him until we reached our camp the next morning. Gavin managed getting the physician to treat him and thank the gods, she was able to save him." Penelope felt her throat grow a bit tight as she explained all that had happened. Though he was better now, the feeling of being close to losing him was still fresh and recounting the story gave her a strong desire to turn and go straight back to his side. 

Clearing her throat a little, she looked over at Alistair. "The injury is going to take a while to heal though. He can barely move right now so he's still stuck at my camp... The only issue is his illness.." Her gaze shifted to Hazel. "His coughing busted his stitches today."