Naturally, Penelope was the first to arrive. She wasn't surprised considering that she had finished up her tasks for the day rather early and had been too anxious about finding out what Albin had said to get started on anything else. As she reached the top, she took a moment to catch her breath. The tower's tall climb still managed to make the knight's breath uneven and the cold air only added to the sting of her uneven breathing. Once she caught her breath, her gaze flickered over the scenery of the tower, eying the snow covered stone before moving to lean against one of the wall openings. 

Her gaze traveled out towards Bellmare as she took in the sight of the snow covered kingdom. Now that it was approaching sunset, the sky grew more colorful and tints of pink and orange seemed to reflect off onto the white snow below. It was a beautiful sight as always but it did little to ease the nervousness she felt. The knight's emerald eyes shifted onto the small patch of snow that had gathered on the stone surface she was currently leaning on. Absentmindedly, she began to trace meaningless lines and patterns into it as she got lost in her thoughts, making plans for what to do if Albin denied Crow's request to court her. 

Eventually the sting of the cold made her draw her hand back. She shivered and rubbed her hands together to warm them up but quickly got distracted by the sound of footsteps ascending the staircase. Her heart skipped an anxious beat as she whirled around to face whoever was coming.

As Crow emerged from the stairs, Penelope took a couple steps towards him. She paused, unsure what to do since she didn't know whether the news was good or bad yet. So instead of greeting him, the knight met his gaze with an uncertain look. "How did it go?" she finally asked, unable to focus on anything else.