Her face is overtaken by a look of both concentration and pain. The idea is broad, vague, but hard to take in. On top of that, there are a lot of choices to think about. What if she had been content with her family being merchants? What if she had never gone on that assignment to find a family's lost child? What if she had never met the few people she calls friends? What if, before he had gone, she had told her inventor friend why she really wanted him to stay a little longer?

The arrival of the plates is a welcome one, as it allows her to briefly cover her face with both of her hands. She keeps her breathing even, but her head is screaming in pain, which is the obvious only reason for the tears standing in her eyes.

After a few moments like that, she reaches into one of her pouches and pulls out a small vial. When she opens it, Schön will recognize the smell of peppermint oil. She adds a few drops to her coffee before closing it and returning it to her pouch. Once she's swirled the contents of the mug a few times, she downs what remains of the coffee without pausing for breath then sets the mug down gently on the table.

Any look she gets from Schön will be met with the same answer. "Thoughts like that are painful. I'm trying to alleviate the pain in my head before it gets any worse."