[Peter squeezes her shoulders, lowering his head a little to look her in the eye. For this, at least, his voice holds conviction.] You are, Amy. You're tough. You handle this shit better than most. [He sighs, racking his brain for something more concrete to offer her. Myths and lore are his specialty, but they are convoluted and conflicting, and there's not much in the way of concrete data.] We could experiment some, in the meantime. At the very least we could try painkillers or something, see if that helps.