Penelope spent the rest of the day asking various guards, mainly older ones, about having nightmares about their experiences on the warfront. Many shrugged her off and a few others told her to go speak with Eldon. A couple gave her strange looks and clearly seemed to look down on her for even mentioning the dreams. As the time for supper neared, she let out a long sigh and leaned back against the wall of the corridor near the Great Hall. Though she didn't want to give up, she had to admit it was looking less and less likely for her to be able to help Crow. 

The knight frowned a little at the thought and crossed her arms over her chest. There had to be a way. There were a ton of knights that worked in the castle, perhaps she had just had an unlucky day of not being able to ask the right ones. Still, it made her wonder how long it would take to find the right ones. 

"Ah, Vermillion." 

Lost in her thoughts, she nearly didn't even notice someone approaching her. Penelope blinked and lifted her head to see Tybalt walking over to her. She was a bit confused what the captain of the guard needed with her, especially since he had already informed her of her guard shifts. As he reached her, she dipped her head respectfully and looked at him curiously. 

"Did you need me for something, sir?" she asked. 

"No... But I've heard word from a couple other guards that you've been asking around about how to deal with a certain type of... dream." Tybalt responded. 

Penelope cringed slightly at his words, figuring that he was bringing it up due to her upcoming guard shifts. While she wasn't too worried about what others might had thought of her—even though she wasn't really the one having the nightmares—she hadn't consider how it might look when it came to her work. Tybalt was likely worried it'd effect her shifts. "Yes but I'm getting it under control so really it's nothing to worry about." she assured. 

"So you're taking Eldon's medicines?"

"No I—"

"That won't do then." Tybalt sighed. He paused and glanced around the corridor before fixating his gaze back onto her. "I have matters to attend to now but tomorrow morning, meet me in the great hall for breakfast. We'll fix this issue."

"Ah but I'd rather not use Eldon's methods.. I prefer to be sober and alert." she said with a small frown. 

"As any good knight should." Tybalt mused approvingly. "I won't make you use his methods. But there are other options I'd like to go over with you. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Don't be late, I won't wait." He added strictly before giving her a small nod and then walking off without waiting for a response. 

The female knight stared after him and felt a bit of hope stir in her again. It seemed her asking around would pay off, even though it wasn't quite in the way she had previously assumed. Penelope was a bit disappointed she wouldn't be getting any solutions that day but at least she might have something tomorrow. She smiled to herself and then pushed herself off the wall as she made her way to the Great Hall for supper.