"You name it, I've probably tried it," mutters Kaidan, one hand held in a cupping gesture against one side of his head. It won't do a damned thing, and he knows it, but indulging in the reflex to try and warm the pain away won't make it worse either. His footsteps are unusually lacking in coordination, fighting with feedback that says the room is spinning, but he manages to slither back to the beds with Daryl's help. "A triptan-class drug's good, if they've got one. But if you think they'll give you a hassle about getting it, just... point me at the medbay and I'll go myself."

Feeling guilty if he hears that Daryl's gone and gotten himself stunned by base staff again in the service of getting him some painkillers is something Kaidan would apparently like to avoid.