Penelope nodded, seeming a bit relieved to hear he was doing alright. She was no healer so there wasn’t much to go off of. His burns didn’t seem to be worse so she assumed that meant he would be fine. “Alright. I’ll be sure to tell William to stop once we reach the village.” The knight said. Stocking up on more medicine wouldn’t be a problem. The king had supplied them with enough gold to restock on supplied if need be. Of course, William was the one who held onto said gold, stashing it away so it wouldn’t be on the thief’s radar. 

She watched as he started the fire, moving back slightly as he took over. The knight shrugged and smirked a bit at Crow. “It’s fine. You really do have a strange affinity for fire after all.” Penelope mused. Once the fire was lit and burning, she moved to sit down besides Crow. The knight quietly watched the fire for a moment. The smell of a nice campfire was always comforting to her. 

“I believe so. My shoulder is still a bit sore.” She answered him with a small shrug. “It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did the day before so I should be fine.” Penelope’s skill with healing and medicine ultimately boiled down to if it’s not worse the next day, you’re gonna be fine. It had held true for her every time she received an injury so she saw no reason to change her ways. She knew the very basics of medicine, which was enough for her. 

“It’d be nice if we could just avoid getting into any more trouble before this mission is over.” Penelope said with a small sigh before leaning back on the palms of her hands.