"And that would explain the poor Captain's exasperation this morning," Alethea shook her head. "On top of that, with that poor girl they found this morning just in the shadow of the Great Sept. They had called it a suicide, but it was very obviously not."
She paused. "I apologize, that's hardly appropriate conversation. Well, my office is this way and I can prepare you something quickly." Alethea led the ambassador to her little office where a servant had gone ahead of her to prepare a fire. She sat Sandro down in her more comfortable chair, which she kept in the corner for reading and busied herself gathering the ingredients. White willow bark boiled into a syrup to ease the pain mixed in ginger root tea to ease the stomach, both plants that were well-known and well-used by midwives - but of course, it was considered women's craft and not used by Maesters.
Alethea found it effective when she dealt with Symon's mornings after, and far better tasting that that conventional rabbit droppings and raw eels slurry. She tasted her mixture herself, to make sure it wasn't too hot or too strong - not everyone was fond of ginger.
"Here you are. Make sure you drink plenty of boiled water and have something light to eat."