Penelope clenched her jaw as Elizabeth gawked at her. She hardly considered her scar a flaw. After all, it had never held her back aside, perhaps, from the memories attached to it. Of course, the brutal words didn't just stop there. As the noblewoman claimed at no man would want to marry her, it took every bit of willpower to keep herself from saying just how wrong she was. Not  only did she had a man wanting to marry her but he had given up everything for her and had taken a sword for her on top of it all. She wasn't one to gloat about such things but by the gods, this woman made her want to.

She was about to snap back at the woman when she suddenly felt someone take her hand beneath the table. Not expecting the touch, she tensed up only to relax slightly as she realized that it was Crow. The knight let out a subtle breath and laced their fingers together as she took his hand in hers. Penelope was appreciative of the gesture, especially with how worked up she was feeling. The knight had already felt uneasy about what could possibly occur between the two due to Liz's attempts to get 'alone time' with the viceroy. While her attempts to tear Penelope down didn't make that feeling worse or better, it certainly added a feeling rage to the mix. 

Of course, she wasn't able to gain much composure since in the next moment, Liz ventured onto get Crow's support. Penelope stiffened slightly, disliking how hopeful she seemed about him agreeing. Luckily Crow shot her down with a fury that nearly made the knight sit up a bit straighter. She had already known he didn't care about her scars, but at the moment it was just nice to hear him state so out loud. The only thing that made it better was that Liz seemed caught off guard from his reaction. For a moment Penelope thought it was enough to end Liz's merciless remarks. Apparently she was wrong as the noblewoman took one last dig at her appearance.

Having been dragged through the mud enough by this woman, Penelope shot her a cold glare. "Aside from that, you should be more concerned about yourself than me. Your personality is certainly much more dreadful than any of my scars ever could be." she snapped coldly. The knight wanted to storm off but she had a feeling that was exactly what Liz wanted. So, powering through, she grab Crow's hand a small squeeze trying to reassure herself as her gaze shifted away as a servant arrived with her food. In a foul mood because of Elizabeth, she gave him a curt word of thanks and began to dig into her breakfast, wanting to stuff her mouth before she said anything else to the other noblewoman.