Lorna was still fighting her headache, but she didn't stop going to classes. She couldn't stop going to classes if she tried. It was too ingrained in who she was. At least she had some of her clothes now, so she had things that fit, and her twin medallions.
She picked at the food as she sat down to eat, one of her text books next to the dishes. She was used to spice in her food, but mostly what you would get at any Mexican place in California, and there were a lot of those. This was something different.