Penelope was standing in the stream, with the water up to her waist, and mud down the entire left side of her body, including her hair and face. Despite her rather unfortunate situation, she wore a triumphant grin as she looked up at Vol. Somehow, she'd managed to get ahead of those two bags, and with her skinny little arms, she stopped them from going any further down the slope, saving the grain bag from its sodden state.
Seeing it, Vol gave a begrudging grunt of acknowledgement.
"It doesn't seem as though we've lost any grain bags," Harland told him, as they reloaded the wagon, but Vol had already guessed as much at that. "Though, Miss Penelope does seem to be in quite a… state. Is that going to be alright?"
"She'll be fine," Vol said gruffly. "Load up these wagons and let's be off."
