Once Crow had knocked the sword away, Penelope took the opportunity to grab the dagger from her boot and quickly stood up, taking a rather defensive stance. She eyed the dagger Crow wielded with narrow eyes. In a better situation she would have taken the time to punish him for taking it from the wagon.... But instead she remained silent and didn't bother with a cold look. He had aided her after all.

She followed their gaze out into the forest. Was that movement she had spotted in the distance? Penelope turned to look at Crow. "You're right. Let's go." she said in a very curt manner. For a brief moment her gaze lingered on the fallen sword. She could have felt safer wielding it rather than the pitiful dagger she held but there was no time to be lugging it around.

Penelope hurried out of the clearing in the direction from which they had came. A thought suddenly occurred to her that not only could Crow try to run off but she was technically suppose to be guarding him as well. It was her duty as a knight. Letting out an annoyed puff of air she slowed her pace enough to fall back behind him. "Keep going. If they manage to catch up to us, I need to be the one fighting." she told him, glancing over her shoulder as the sound of footsteps other then theirs could be heard.