Heavy is the Head (Astrid)

After the staff meeting, Rowena retired to her rooms and stripped off the diadem. She placed it in a velvet-lined box and closed the lid. It was late enough that Helena was already asleep, one arm looped around her precious beast of a dog who was asleep beside her. She adjusted the covers over her daughter before sighing and departing the sanctity of her suite. 

The headache was intensifying and she knew that if she didn't get some assistance in taking care of it she was going to be in for a rough night. Something to help with the pain and a good night's sleep was exactly what she was in search of as she made her way through the corridors to the infirmary.

Carefully she pushed open the doors and looked around at the large room filled with beds. The moonlight was shining through the large windows as she walked further into the room. "Astrid?" she called out into the darkness. There were a few people she was informal with and the healer was one of them.