Penelope stepped into the head physician's office. She had been there a few different times before in the past but the wide range of medicine, books, bandages, and other such things never ceased to catch her off guard. The amount of things in the room always made it feel much smaller to her than it actually was. Her green gaze shifted over to the familiar figure of Eldon who was mixing some concoction that she didn't even bother to try and identify. 

It was a moment before his gaze lifted to look over at her. He eyed her for a moment, as if trying to diagnose what was wrong with her before she stepped inside. "What are you here for?" he finally asked, appearing to give up on figuring it out on looking alone. The knight paused and shuffled her feet for a moment. 

"Ah.. Well..." she began with a hint of hesitation. She wasn't quite sure how to phrase the issue of the dreams. All she had to go by was what Crow had told her and the little information she did have on knights with somewhat similar conditions. "I've been having this nightmare... It's really vivid and it keeps coming back... I'm not sure if there's anything you can do but I just had to ask."

Eldon fell quiet for a moment and looked at her expectantly. "Well, what is this nightmare? Describe it." he prompted gruffly. 

Penelope hesitated. For a moment, she thought about just rewording the dream Crow had told her but quickly realized that wouldn't work. The dream would have to be something more personal. She worried that if it wasn't, Eldon might brush it off as just a regular nightmare. "It-it always starts off in a field." she began, frowning slightly as she dug into her memories for the more gruesome things she had seen during her time as a knight. "Everything's calm at first but then suddenly it's chaotic... Blood splatters on me and I see knights killing each other. I can't even make out who's a friend or a foe. And there's so much blood... Then things seemed to slow just enough as one of them rushes at me. I want to move but I can't." For good measure, she let out a shaky breath and rested her hand over her scar. "They swing their sword at me and then I just wake up.."

"And how many days have you had this dream?" 

"Three.." Penelope answered, lowering her gaze. 

"I see." Eldon mused thoughtfully. "Well I'm not surprised. Quite a few knights coming in from the warfront have this type of problem."

"So there's a way to stop the dreams?" Penelope asked, unable to keep a hint of excitement out of her voice. However, as she looked back over at him, it died down as he clearly didn't share the same enthusiasm. 

"Yes... And also no." Eldon shrugged. "I'm not a miracle worker so I can't control what goes on in a person's head. My remedies have been said to occasionally suppress the dreams though.. Let me give you a couple options.."