At the teacher's words, Naoya glanced up from his blazer, which he had been trying to straighten out a particularly stubborn crease from.
"I'm...fine, I guess.", he admitted to the teacher, before returning his attention to the offending section of fabric.
Why was he being forced to do this? Okay, he didn't want to be in school anymore, but escorting Ana and Sora back to her house would bring up questions of where he lived. Which Naoya wouldn't be able to answer. Not truthfully at least...he'd just have to make something up.
Chewing on his bottom lip, he got up and retrieved his bag from where it had been flung, and sat on the edge of a desk. The sooner Sora woke up, the sooner he could get this over with.

The few mental capabilities Sora had left were all telling each other that, although this barely conscious state felt good, he couldn't stay like this. He would need to wake up. Soon. He mustered any energy he could, and forced himself back into the waking world. He gave a few stirs as he clawed his way to consciousness. To the Kitsune's mind, it felt like he had passed out an hour or two between then and now. It was lucky for him that his body had gained a sort of...'rebooting' mechanism, that allowed for him to wake as soon as possible (if possible).

Sora's eyes slowly opened. Feeling slowly returned to his body as he attempted to process where he was through temporarily blurred vision. He felt that he was sitting down at a desk, with his head down, having been placed there by whoever moved him. He was as disoriented as one would expect someone to be after waking up from an unconscious state. The feeling returned to his hand, at which point he realised that it was being held. He glanced over, his vision still blurring, he only managed to make out the outline of Ana, a recongnision he could only make because of the blue ribbons that tied up her long blond pony-tails.

'Hey... Did you get hurt?' is what he tried to say. Unfortunately, he only managed a few vague murmurs, due to his state. He braced his hand against the desk, and pushed off as hard as he could in order to reach a seated position. He looked at Ana, his vision beginning to clear, enough that he could tell that Ana's blue pools rippled with worried. His own red, tired eyes burned like a fading candle...

Anastasia shifted her weight as Sora arose, her focus distracted by the fear that he would slip from weakness. "Careful, Sora," she cooed to him, fluttering about with worry as she inspected him for injury. She found nothing besides his clear exhaustion. "We need to get you home. Sleep then, okay?" Anastasia attempted a smile, her face unable to wash away the anxiety she felt. Realizing that she was still holding Sora's hand, Anastasia slipped from his grasp shyly. She moved out of his way so that he could stand on his own, but Anastasia did not drift far in the chance Sora still needed assistance.

Anastasia shook her head to Sora's question, not worrying about her own bumps and bruises. "No, they no hurt me. I am fine." She smiled and allowed her fingers to tangle with her golden curls out of habit. Suddenly her eyes lit with memory as she scampered back toward her desk and dug through her bag. "Here it is," she murmured to herself, pulling a golden necklace from a pocket and slipping it on. The pendant, about two inches wide, displayed a pair of wings. She checked to make sure it was properly secured before turning back to the boys. "Naoya, you do not have to come with us.... I think we be okay," she said softly, realizing how uncomfortable to Neko must be. Even so, Anastasia hoped that he would still come. If Sora fell, Ana knew that she would not be able to support his weight.

This was a chance to get away, he knew that...but he also knew that he owed this odd pair, for stopping the boys from doing any more damage to him...So, as much as he hated, no loathed, the idea, he'd have to help. Or at least make sure they got home alright. Preferably with Sora still conscious and upright, so that he could keep contact to a minimum. He didn't want to risk 'blacking out' around them. At least, that's what he called it, when the memories resurfaced and took over...he didn't want to end up hurting them without realising it...
"It's okay...I'll come with you. I owe you two that much.", he said to Ana, though his violet eyes had an odd coldness to them, the pupils reduced to slits. The rest of his posture was defensive too, ears back, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth. And with his long hair partially hiding his eyes, the overall effect was that he looked almost feral, in a way...

Sora was surprised by both Ana's ability to translate his tired mumbles, and Naoya's declineation of Ana's offered way out. Seeing no point waiting around and risking falling asleep in the seat he sat on. Moving out the way that Ana had let him, in case he stumbled. He slowly creaked himself to a fairly unstable standing position, with one hand on the desk for support. He gave a slight, pained wince as he realised how hard he had gone down on his arm. He avoided rubbing it or anything to that effect, in case Ana started fluttering with worry again.

Now that he was standing, he realised that he didn't have his bag, "Do... Do you know where my bag is?" He looked around the room. He still didn't quite have full control of all of his motor functions. He was glad that he was using the desk for support. Although he was still exhausted beyond belief, he could feel his brain restarting. Where he was getting the energy to do the restart was a mystery, but he wasn't one to put too much thought into where his extra energy came from...

Anastasia blinked to Naoya's words before a small smile crept into her expression. "Thank you, Naoya," she said softly, bopping slightly in a bow of sorts. She was thankful that he decided to stay. Perhaps, even, she could uncover why the boy wanted to remain distant from everyone so badly. She turned toward Sora, eyes scanning the room carefully. "I see it," Anastasia chirped, running over to retrieve the bag and slid it over her shoulder."I can carry it, you just focus on yourself," she said sternly, nodding to confirm her statement. "It will be safe with me." Anastasia smiled to Sora, knowing how protective he was over his belongings. She did not blame him, from the little she knew of his past life.

"Okay, we go now," Ana said, leading the way. She smiled and looked to Sora and Naoya playfully. "I remember the way now, I think. I lead. And then at home we can finish lunch."

Despite the fact that Naoya's claws were fully extended (something which the Neko attemoted to hide by stuffing his hands in his pockets), Naoya somehow managed a small smile, in return for Ana's. Unfortunatly, due to how the rest of him looked, i.e. slit pupils, etc, the expression wouldn't have quite the effect he wanted, and would most likely scare the blonde a little. He hadn't realised that though.

"Okay...lets go then.", he said, sounding a little impatient, and was out of the classroom before anyone registered that the door had opened. He waited outside, trying to calm himself down a little. This would be stressful, being so close to other people, having to talk to them, possibly having to try and force his thin frame to support another person's weight...