"I see," Antonin said again. "You are talking of the mental as well as the actual physical pain, are you not?
He noticed, without seeming to, the tremor in Millicent's hand. "There's no need for you to be bothered by a cold on top of everything else," he went on. "It will just take a few minutes to see what virus strain you've picked up, and come up with the correct pepper potion, so it won't interact with anything else you've been taking. Its easier since I don't have access to your records from the Shack right now."
Leaning toward Millicent in his chair, Antonin held out his right hand, palm up. "Just rest your hand on mine," he said quietly. "If it makes Justin feel better, it is not a waste of my time."