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Painful headache and peppermint's not working.

Do you have any idea of what the trouble might be, Ma'am? I have picked up a few pieces of information from my colleague who is a doctor.

Not really, though I suppose life hasn't been very easy lately.

Well, stress can bring on headaches, I have been told. Of course, medicine is one of very few areas where I am not fit to offer much advice..

*frowns to herself, plopping non too delicately onto the floor* It can? I-I'm not sure 'stressed' is the word but if that's what you think...

*sits near her, if there's one thing he knows he can do, it is talk to distressed women.. until they start getting too emotional, then it's Dawson's area*

Come now, Mrs. Brisby, tell me everything.

*pulls her shawl closer around herself* I'm not sure there's anything to say really. *massages her temples* I'd just like it to stop.

Well, Ma'am, if there is any time that you feel that you are in need of someone to speak to, do call on me. I am always happy to listen to whatever may be troubling you.

*smiles softly* Thank you, sir. I don't expect you have a solution for a cat?

*shudders* Cats. Nasty creatures. Had one to deal with myself..

I suggest finding a dog. I would offer you the services of Toby, but the distance is considerable..

*nods slightly* I wish they didn't hate us so much...

A dog? Oh, I'm not sure that would be the best idea, even if it were possible. I wouldn't want one getting hurt.

I'm terribly sorry. Is there anything I could do to help. Perhaps some tea...?

Oh, tea would be lovely, yes.

*pauses, unsure how to give tea to a mouse*

"Um, here you go. I hope you feel better soon."

*sets teacup down gently next to Mrs. Brisby*

*sniffs and comes to stand by the edge, placing her hands on the edge of the cup* Thank you very much. *smiles up at her* Humans drink a lot don't they?

I suppose. I've never really thought about it before. *smiles*

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