Penelope nodded her head at his words. She wasn't sure how welling the meeting with his father would go so it was difficult to say if he could really help her convince the king to end the war. It likely wouldn't be wise for her to depend too much on that so she'd have to start figuring out how she was going to put forth an argument on her own. The knight already began thinking over various points to make as she walked alongside the thief back to the inn.

As they returned to the room, Penelope felt a hint of disappointment that Crow couldn't sleep besides her. After everything that had happened, she wanted to lay next to him. However, she knew it was best not to push her father. Even if he seemed to be taking her mother's words seriously, she also didn't want to make him change his mind. So she merely offered a quiet 'good night' to Crow as he kissed her cheek before moving to lay down in her bed. Sleep didn't come easy as her mind kept replaying everything that had happened as well as fretting over what was to come. 

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At some point in the night, she must have fallen asleep, though she couldn't quite remember when. As she stirred, she stretched out her limbs, feeling a bit stiff, and sat up on her bed. She looked over to see that her father was up and was quietly sitting on the edge of his bed enjoying a small breakfast. The knight was a bit surprised that he hadn't woken them up himself but perhaps that was because of how late they were out the night before. 

Penelope met his gaze and shifted slightly, suddenly wondering if all of that had really happened. "Last night... we saw my mother right?" she asked in soft voice. John looked over at her and gave a small nod of his head. He slowly stood up and stepped over to Penelope, placing his hand comfortingly on top of her head. 

"Yes. It wasn't a dream." he assured. He gave her hair a small ruffle before taking a step back. "We should start getting ready to go soon... We're almost to the castle." John turned and moved to grab his things. "Make sure he's up." he muttered with a nod in the direction of Crow. 

She studied her father for a moment before nodding her head. The knight swung her legs to the edge of her bed and got up, running a hand to smooth down her ruffled hair before she stepped over to Crow's bed. Penelope glanced over her shoulder at John, who had his back to them, before smiling softly at Crow and leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. "Time to go." she murmured.