"Thought your room needed a little more colour," he jokes at first as he leans back against some kind of dresser or drawer, hands resting against the edge.

"What you call 'aspirin' was invented after my time. We used willow bark. Well, I should say, I smoked a lot of opium, but. I could not find any of that, or morphine. You should try making some tea with those flowers - might soothe the headache."

It is no magic pill that fixes everything, but it is no snake oil either. And he would know the difference. Snake oils sold like hotcakes back in his day.

"I do plan on searching every house for any medications I can find. But I'm afraid you will have to wait a little while longer."