"I'm fine." It's an automatic response given without much thought. She quickly reaches into one of her pouches and pulls out a vial with what Viatorus will recognize as peppermint leaves in it, if he knows them by sight. When she opens the vial, the scent that fills the air will confirm that is, indeed, peppermint. She quickly removes a few leaves and begins to chew on them before putting the vial away. She realizes the oil would be better suited for the task, but with nothing to put it in, this is the next best option. Self-medication is often what Amelia runs on.

After the vial is securely back in her pouch, she focuses back on the book in front of her. Her eyes are strained as she pushes through the headache, but her stubborn nature won't let her stop halfway through something when there's a way to ignore whatever would keep her from continuing.