Penelope smiled up at Crow and nodded her head as she walked besides him, giving his hand a small squeeze. She fell quiet for a moment, looking ahead as the group continued to head towards Aramoor. Getting a bit lost in thought, she glanced up at the sky, guessing that the group would soon have to find a place to stop for the night. Hopefully they could find a secluded spot. Though they weren't particularly close to either village, she didn't want to chance being discovered by some lucky knights or perhaps even the thieves themselves.
Her thoughts were broken as Crow spoke up again. She turned to look over at him, a bit confused by his concerned expression until he went on to ask her about her father. The knight stiffened and quickly shifted her gaze away from him. "I.." she paused unsure what to say. "Maybe.." She admitted after a moment of hesitation. She decided it would be difficult to say his worries were unfounded so she decided it would be best to inform him rather than keep it to herself as she had been doing. The only reason it didn't bug her more was split between John's delayed appearance as well as her own stubborn determination to keep him from separating them.
Penelope shook her head and lifted her gaze to meet his with uncertainty in her gaze. "It was one of the reasons I said no to you the first night you came to our camp.. And why I was a bit reluctant to go back to you."
She glanced ahead at the others, making sure there was enough distance between them that they wouldn't over hear, before letting out a soft sigh. It was one of the many worries she had had in getting back together with him. At the beginning, she had hoped that Gavin would respect her decision enough to not allow her father to push their marriage onto her. However, after seeing the male knight's refusal to completely give up, she began to think that was less and less likely. "I'm honestly not sure how he'll react... I was hoping that Gavin would give me up by the time my father joined us at the front and not push for the marriage but now.. I'm not so sure."
Penelope slowed to a stop and gripped his hand a little tighter, as if afraid he'd be torn away from her. "He said he'd join us at the battle front at some point. I'm not sure when since he doesn't write to neither me nor my brother but maybe the war will be over before he even gets here." she mumbled, sounding rather far from confident. She knew the chances of that were very slim, especially after the supplies had been stolen. "I don't know... but if it gets to that point, I'll figure some way out of it." She looked up at him and met his gaze with a mixture of determination, worry and affection. "I won't let you go that easily."
