Crow picked up a few more decent-sized sticks from the ground as he walked back to the camp, whistling a song from the outer villages. His flirtatious banter with Olivia had put him in a good mood… mostly. There was still that strange, uncomfortable pressure in his chest that had started when the female knight first arrived. He was doing his best to ignore it, but the damned feeling continued to persist. He wondered if he was getting sick. It would be just his luck for that to happen. A beautiful woman arrives at their ragtag little camp, and the thief catches a cold. He sighed, sending a quick prayer to the gods that the pressure would go away.

When they reached the camp, Olivia greeted the others. they seemed just as surprised as Crow and Penelope at her sudden arrival. Their new guest made herself right at home, conversing freely with William about what she had been doing in Younis. The thief dropped off his wood collection near the makeshift fire pit the older knight had been working on, and then went to seek out Penelope. He found her standing off by herself. It was a bit unusual considering how she usually stayed close to the group. He watched her from a distance for a moment, before walking over to join her at the edge of the camp.

“Are you okay?” Crow asked slowly. “You’ve looked a bit out of it since that other woman got here.” He paused, thinking for a moment. What if Penelope was sick too? He had been spending so much time with her lately that he wouldn’t have been surprised if he caught something from her. “Hold still a moment,” he said, pressing one hand to the knight’s forehead. She felt warm, but he couldn’t tell if it was a fever or just her normal body heat. “Hmm… I don’t think you’re unwell,” he mumbled quietly, mostly talking to himself.