Simon wondered if it was something embarrassing, and wondered if it was ... books? The fireplace? Window seats? It didn't really matter, he supposed, save that he didn't want to inadvertently introduce the element triggering the reaction into Ichabod's sight.
"She said ... that it seemed to vary. She could get through the doors this morning, but couldn't go back through them later ... but she made it into the infirmary after that." It was weird, but it wasn't as though he expected anything here to make sense.
"So if things follow, then I'm sure yours will fluctuate as well over the course of the week. If ... it becomes unbearable, I could try to give you some sedatives, so at least you could sleep through the worst of it. Otherwise, I'd just recommend avoiding ... whatever it is."
Simon nodded to the question. "I don't honestly expect to find anything, and I think anything I did find would be useless in this situation, but I have to at least try," he admitted.