Crow huffed when Penelope said she wished he would speak to the physician about his dreams. He didn’t understand why she was trying so hard to convince him. What good could Eldon do when his troubles were all in his head? As far as he was aware, healers could only treat physical symptoms. The physician had been helpful enough when dealing with his chronic cough, and he was glad that he was pretty much cured of that, but this was far different. He doubted Eldon could do anything more than try to connect his nightmares with something physical, and he didn’t feel sick in any other way.

He was about to tell his thoughts to the knight, but fell quiet instead as Preston approached the table with his breakfast. The attendant performed a quick check of his food as usual before leaving them alone again.

Once he was gone, Crow turned back to Penelope, who had gone on to say that she was going to ask around for him. At first, he felt a pang of annoyance, jumping to the assumption that she was going to ignore his request to keep his nightmares quiet. However, as she went on, his frustration simmered down. Thinking about it a little more, he supposed there was no harm as long as no one suspected she was speaking on his behalf. Even though he still wasn’t overly fond of the idea, he decided he had no reason to object.

“I doubt you’ll find much of anything,” he sighed, poking despondently at the food on his plate. “But if it will make you feel better, then I’m not going to stop you... Just make sure no one traces it back to me.” Looking up at her again, he managed a soft smile. “Don’t spend too much time on it though, alright? I can get past this. I [i]have[/i] done it before, after all. Your priority should be convincing the king to end the war.”