With the mention of having to figure a way out of her camp, the knight's light-hearted expression faded into a serious one as her gaze drifted down towards the chains on his wrist. She hadn't come up with any solid plans to get him out yet, mainly because he was still barely able to even move. Noticing the nervousness in his voice as he added his concern about healing in time, Penelope frowned slightly, feeling worry rise at the thought of the barons coming to a decision faster than he could recover. 

She let go of his hand only to wrap her arm around him in an embrace. "Hopefully with the medicine you'll be able to and I'm going to try and buy you as much time as I can." she murmured as she looked down at him. Even though she wanted to believe that he would heal before any decisions were final, it was also very likely that the barons would come up with their decision before that. There was only so much she could do to stall them without drawing more suspicion to herself after all. 

Penelope didn't know what she would do if they reached their choice before Crow was well enough to escape. Even if the barons were 'merciful' they certainly wouldn't be merciful enough to just let him go. At best they'd decide to send him to prison and at worst they'd decide to kill him. He may still have been alive thanks to her efforts but she had yet to truly save him. As she quietly studied his face for a moment, she felt a spark of protectiveness and worry for the man she loved so much. The knight buried her head into his neck and closed her eyes tightly for a moment. 

"Even.. Even if you aren't, we'll figure out someway to get you out of here." she promised softly. If things did go wrong for the thief, Penelope had no intention of simply standing back to watch. She surely she could figure out a way to protect him or get him out of the camp completely, even if it put her position as a lieutenant at further risk. If it came down to saving Crow or keeping her title, the knight wouldn't hesitate to choose the thief.