Penelope rested her head on Tyrion's shoulder during the ride home.
By the time the couple returned home, they were surrounded by darkness as night had fallen upon the town.
Tyrion helped Penelope out of the carriage when it stopped, but he didn't intend to follow her inside.
"Damien, prepare a horse for me," Tyrion said.
Penelope was puzzled by this since he hadn't told her of any troubles he had to leave to settle.
"Is it an urgent matter you cannot put off until tomorrow?" Penelope asked, curious if it had anything to do with why his hand was red.
"Yes. If I leave it be, it will grow into something more troublesome. I will tell you when I return," Tyrion promised.
"That is kind of you, but don't. If the town guards end up at our gates, I will be honest when I respond that I don't know anything. I assume that the person behind you leaving will not be an issue tomorrow, therefore I don't need to know about them," said Penelope.
