Andromeda blinked long and slow before deciding that arguing on Stephen on the merits of a bedside manner was a waste of both their breaths. It was doubtful anyhow that she'd be able to change his mind in any capacity.
"Thank you." Of course, when one was raised in such a home as theirs, a need to see a medical professional for overuse of the Dark Arts was hardly considered. "Though perhaps I lost her much before and I was too blind to see."
She considered the question. "I am partial to the west wing, though if you want your space, the main part will be just as lovely. I am not so phobic of other people that I would want to be in the east wing."
Andromeda offered Stephen a small smile. She had not wanted to cause argument, even if thoughts had been bubbling for sometime. It was just unfortunate that it all had to start with a migraine to bring everything to the surface.