[Trish has never had a concussion either, surprisingly. However:]

I knew a boy who went ass over tea kettle trying to impress us with his bike tricks. He assured everyone he was fine, then threw up all over the shared hallway after he tried to stagger to class.

[Unspoken but true: she only remembers this incident because of the vomit part. Vile.]

So unless you want to fly like you're drunk, you'll stay put until you feel somewhere closer to normal.

[Any amount of a persistent headache means you are banned, young lady. Harumph!!

Anyways, she has Nanami's agreement, and debates grabbing her purse before deciding it's not necessary. Instead, she adjusts her hold so the tiny faerie is held securely to her still-fuzzy chest. Annoying that her new form didn't banish the fluff entirely, but it's a small tuft compared to the usual mane she's got going on.

And then they're off! Toni is polite and jogs to the door, opening it and offering them a curtsy as Trish steps out.]

Who is Nidai, by the way? I don't think I've heard that name before.