"Mmm," Lydia hums her understanding, pouting her bottom lip out sympathetically. "You know you can always ask me to come up more often, baby," she offers. "Then you don't have to trust her. You shouldn't read too much until you get used to them. You'll strain them. That's why the headache."

On that note, Lydia reaches up with one hand and gently guides his head to bend his neck down. Knowing fingers move up the upper part of his spine until she finds the indentation where his spine meets the base of his skull and she presses her fingers hard against it, stimulating a pressure point there. "Lean back into my fingers a little," she instructs him. It'll relieve the pain of the headache entirely. Though, when she removes her fingers, that pain will slowly fade back into him, but at least she can give him a moment of relief.

When he speaks again, she lets her hand fall away, rubbing his back a little before she nods and agrees. "Yeah, no kidding. That sounds good, where to? My room?" she offers. It'll be quiet there, because she lives alone now and it's mid-day, so she doubts anyone will be in the corridor. Something tells her that he could use the quiet if he's got a headache.