Penelope watched Crow carefully as she worked with him to get his breathing to normal. She was elated to notice that with the second try he was able to fully perform the breathing exercise. While it was difficult for her to tell if it was actually working for him, she was at least a bit more hopeful seeing that he could actually do it. Encouraged by that thought, she continued to take breaths alongside him for a little while longer until he seemed to have a stable rhythm down. 

She gave a relieved look as his panic seeming to be dying down thanks to the technique. It gave her hope that the other answers that Tybalt had given her would work as well. As Crow leaned into her, she rubbed her hand up and down his back slowly while he recovered. She gave a soft murmur of agreement at his words and pressed another kiss to the top of his head as he pulled her closer.  As he met her gaze, she returned his smile and let out a quiet sigh. "I guess so."

Her smile wavered though as another thought came to mind. Would he be able to remember how to do it alone though? She wouldn't be the overnight guard in that corridor anymore, which meant that come the next morning, he'd be alone once again. If he was in the same state of panic, there was a chance he'd forget how to do the breathing or remember but not feel confident enough to follow through with it. It made her shift her gaze away from him, uneased by the thought but not wanting him to notice. However, as she did, her gaze landed on Preston who was sitting across the room, glancing in their direction. [i]Well.. he won't be completely alone..[/i] she realized. Perhaps, even if she couldn't be there, he could still get help. She'd have to speak with the boy at some point, knowing it was unlikely for Crow to ask him for help he might actually need.

She looked back down at Crow and let out a small sigh. "Well I just hope that this isn't the only thing that works." she mused quietly.