Here she was again. Alone in the healers room, wishing for nothing more than the reasuring muffled bark of Ocheste. Not entirely true, the reason that Ocheste's rumbles would be so pleasnant would be there indication that Tibor was around. And Tibor was what she really wanted. She wanted to look past him again, to look past and see the tree, to see the infinity held within a second's breath, without ever seeing any of it.
In all her daydreams of seeing the tree again, she never quite accepted that she was terrified of the tree. After all how can one be so terrified of something so peaceful that they long to go back too, only they never want to see it again? The cunudrum played in Penelope's mind.
