Penelope grinned as she finally reached Crow. With the success of her speech, the knight was beaming and wished she could throw her arms around the viceroy in celebration. Unfortunately, that was still one more hurdle they'd have to cross at a different time, though she was hopeful that it'd be sooner rather than later. Keeping herself in check despite the happiness she felt, she made sure to keep her hands at her sides and a distance between them.

As he complimented her, Penelope gave a small giggle at his words and shrugged her shoulders. "I honestly didn't even think I did that well. I'm glad I was wrong though. Or perhaps my audience was just the right amount of drunk." she mused with a glance over towards the table. No matter if it was the alcohol in their systems or her speaking capabilities, the knight was just joyful that  their plan was working. With everything on track, she was hopeful that she'd have similar luck once she went to speak with the king. She had gathered quite a few powerful voices in her efforts so he couldn't just ignore her. They had a real fighting chance of ending the war. 

Penelope raised an eyebrow at Crow as he shifted a little closer to her and lowered his voice. Her heart fluttered at the offer of getting away from the others to spend alone time—true alone time—with him. However, she wondered if it was a wise move. After her speech, even she couldn't help but noticed the high increase of eyes on her. Slipping out and way from the crowd would be much more difficult now. "I certainly like the sound of that but," she frowned slight and glanced around the room, silently noting the different sets of eyes on them. "do you really think we can get out of here without being noticed? We have quite a few eyes on us and I don't think that'll change soon enough."