Blacktail Deer Plateau Be my mirror, my sword and shield

His guess had been good, and he watched gratefully as she ate, hoping that they would take the edge off. He was sympathetic on the taste.... meds weren't his thing, but it helped when they at least tasted decent. "Maybe I can find you something to wash it down with. If you want." He was more than willing to fetch food, but he'd enough knowledge to know that headaches were sometimes accompanied by nausea.

"Or, y'know, I can beat it." He smiled. He wasn't about to keep her here talking if she needed to rest, and there would be time to catch up later.