<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/><br/>Once they returned with a half-barrel of decent salvage, Penn seems a bit relieved.  Knowing that Charna can see her inexperience is of no threat to her... she trusts her Sister, and was certain that, should bad have come to worse, Charna would have been right there to aid her.<br/><br/>She simply lifts the sling and gives questioning eyes, then tucks it into her belongings and makes note to gather small stones when they have opportunity.  A sling can come in handy, especially one of such fine quality, for hunting, distraction, or maybe even a cheap-shot against an unsuspecting foe.  Plus, as far as she knows, simple slings like this are not much threat to the Royals and would not draw suspicion.<br/><br/>Once they've settled down over lunch, she quietly sidles in next to the two of them, eating her meal with healthy appetite.<br/><br/>After they've finished, she looks to Charna and Grant in turn and lifts out one of the empty potion flasks.  Sure, she could have simply kept her concern a secret, but they were Brother and Sisters, and there should be no shame in needing help.  She looks inquisitively to Grant, then tucks it back away.<br/><br/>"We'll help," she says softly, her rarely-used voice softer than most, and then leans over to grant to fully embrace him-- careful of his wound-- before kissing his cheek and sitting back.  "When we get to the Nest.  You'll get better."<br/>