"That wouldn't surprise me," Terrence said wryly. "I hate healers, though, so take that with a grain of salt." He laid back on the ground, folding his arms behind him to cushion his head. "Anyway, you should get it checked out. Because even a painful arm wouldn't keep you from flying, even if it kept you from playing, right? If you can get the head thing to go away, you should at least be able to fly."