Honestly, right now, the adrenaline (and alien biology) is probably helping keep away the full force of the headache. Still, Angeal accepts the gift for what it is, and tucks a piece into his mouth. He thinks he recalls his parents saying you should always take a painkiller at the first sign of a headache rather than waiting for it to get far worse...

"Thanks," he says, tucking it into the corner of his cheek. A quick wipe of his hands on his pants, and he leans back sighing.

Alright. So. At least it's dead. That's good. But now... He eyes the look on Popp's face, whatever it may be. "How are you feeling right now?" He doesn't want to know what just happened, but he knows he should probably know.