Penelope crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Layth take the letter from Crow. The knight bit back a smirk as she noticed her brother's eyes widen with surprise. At his words, she gave a small shrug before her gaze shifted over to Crow as he spoke up. Naturally his words didn't go over well her brother. Layth seemed rather tense, clearly disliking the outcome of this situation. 

"Sleep in the dirt, cur." Layth growled. "This letter gives you permission to move freely but I don't see it saying anything about having to treat you like a guest."

Penelope rolled her eyes and looked over at Crow. "I had a tent readied for you and there's probably still some food left over from supper if you want any." she offered, ignoring her brother. 

Layth shot a glare at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he grumbled challengingly. "We're giving this bastard enough by not killing him, I don't see any reason to let him use any of our supplies."

"The letter may not say that we have to treat him like a guest but he clearly has some kind of favor with the king. I think that itself implies better treatment than just sleeping out on the dirt." Penelope pointed out. "All I'm saying is that I would certainly hate to have a thief be the reason our battalion loses favor with the king."

Layth pursed his lips into a thin line, thinking over her words. The knight was pleased to see that she struck a cord with him. He clearly wanted to fight against it but with a glance down at the letter again, he seemed to realize there wasn't much he could do. After all, she wasn't completely lying in saying that Crow had the king's favor, since it certainly seemed like he did. Penelope was able to relax a little as she noticed a hint of defeat enter Layth's gaze. 

"This is madness." He growled under his breath and shot an icy glare at Crow. He turned to leave and shook his head. "I need to speak to the barons about this."