Though the knight had been pretty sure he didn't mind her scars, there was a bit of relief in hearing him saying it aloud. She smiled at him as he assured her that he thought her beautiful regardless of scars. It was enough to put Penelope at ease. After all, she didn't really care what some other men thought. Knowing Crow thought that way of her, was more than enough for the knight, since his opinion was really the only one that mattered about such a topic. As he traced his thumb over her hand, the knight cast him a grateful look. She wished she could close the distance between them. After getting a bit worked up, she wanted nothing more than to take comfort in his touch. However, she supposed holding his hand underneath the table was just going to have to be enough for now.

At his joke, Penelope cracked a smile and gave a small chuckle. "I guess so." she said amusedly. Her smile faded slightly and she let out a long sigh. "Gods I can't wait to have to quit hiding like this... The longer it goes on the more issues that seem to pop up." Penelope muttered with a small shake of her head. "I just hope that after this party, everything falls into place."

At the mention of it, the knight glanced towards the window, realizing she needed to meet up with Dimia and Oliver soon. The couple was likely readying for their trip to Bexley by now and it was only a matter of time before they would end up waiting on her. She was a bit reluctant to leave, especially since the two had just gotten free of Liz's foul company, but she knew she had to. Penelope ate up her last bite of food and turned back to Crow with a half hearted smile. "I better get going. I'm sure I've got quite the day ahead of me."