Penelope glanced over at Crow as he moved near her. Though they couldn't be as close as she'd like, she was still ecstatic that they wouldn't have to part and that she was able to accompany him on the trip. Besides, they had been sneaking around a full camp of knights so surely sneaking around her father wouldn't be too difficult. She had made sure he wouldn't even be suspicious by hanging around Gavin so much.

Feeling reassured by her efforts, her gaze flickered over to her father as he addressed them and she gave a small nod. John turned and took the lead as they began their journey to the inner kingdom. With his back turned, Penelope let a small smile take over her lips as she followed after her father. However, as she looked over to Crow, it faded slightly as she was suddenly unsure what exactly to talk about with him without risking her father getting suspicious of them. 

Even though she had been careful around John, the fact still remained that he had found out about Crow saving her life. If she acted too friendly with him, it was entirely possible that her father would still be able to catch onto them or at the very least, think she was getting too close to a criminal like Mia had. Even if John knew he was the king's son, she doubted that would make much of a difference in the eyes of her father. So instead of saying anything to Crow, she merely let out a small sigh and looked ahead to her father. 

"So how are things in the inner kingdom lately anyways? I'm assuming the war hasn't really affected life there much yet right?" she asked him, attempting to strike up a conversation.

"Of course not." John replied shortly with a small shake of his head. "Things are the same as always."

Penelope gave a small nod. "That's good... I'm surprised the king sent you out for a mission like this. You must be earning some favor with him." she commented, partly hoping she might find out why her father knew such sensitive information about Crow and who his father was. 

Unfortunately, John clearly had no intention of keeping the conversation going. He glanced over his shoulder towards Crow and narrowed his eyes slightly before looking back ahead. "Perhaps." he muttered with a hint of bitterness. Penelope sighed a bit dully as her father didn't bother to elaborate. She suddenly had a sinking feeling that the walking part of their trip was going to feel rather long if she couldn't get closer to Crow or hold a decent conversation with her father.