Penelope was unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes as Elizabeth broke the silence, noticing how she was acting upset. The knight doubted she actually was. If anything, the noblewoman was just trying to redeem herself after her plan to drag Penelope down in front of Crow had greatly back fired. Even her apology was rather backhanded in Penelope's opinion. She made it sound like the knight didn't care about her appearance. While there may have been some truth in there, Penelope did make some kind of effort but she certainly did hold the same standards of beauty that this woman claimed to. 

Wanting nothing more to do with the conversation, the knight focused her attention to her food, eating a bit faster than usual just to keep herself from saying anything else that was on her mind about Liz. However, it seemed she wouldn't have to deal with her for as long as she thought. Penelope glanced up from her meal with thinly veiled surprise as she heard Crow advise the other woman to leave. She had been expecting him to just go along with the subject change to avoid any suspicion. While perhaps the move was a bit risky on Crow's part, the knight couldn't help but feel a wave of relief as Liz got up to leave.

She watched the other woman exit the Great Hall and let out a small breath. Next to her, she heard Crow do the same and looked over at him as he apologized. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault." she assured him then gave a small shrug. "Well, I'm certainly pissed." Penelope admitted, clenching her jaw as she replayed Elizabeth's harsh words over in her head. The knight shook her head at the thought. 

"Gods I can't stand her." she growled quietly. "First she tries to threaten me and now this... I've had people give me odd looks because of my scar before but certainly never anything like that. I mean gods, it's not even that bad." Penelope touched her hand to her face tracing lightly over the blemish. Perhaps Elizabeth's words had bothered her a little more than she cared to admit, especially considering her previous worries. Now that her initial anger had faded a bit, she thought more on what the other woman had said. While she knew her scars didn't change the way Crow felt about her, she had to wonder if he prefered her without them. At least the obvious one on her face. She felt like she knew the answer but her feeling of unease about Liz made her a bit uncertain.

The knight shifted a bit nervously and looked over to Crow. "It doesn't need make up to hide it... Right?" she asked quietly.