"That," Tenn murmurs while he brushes snow out of his own hair, "did not look like a mistake." Everything up to that point was too rehearsed, too coordinated. If the student had forgotten their incantation or move, they should’ve looked to their companions and followed their lead.

Tenn pauses mid-criticizing to look up at the man. His tone drops some of the coolness. "Are you hurt?" He’s pretty sure there was some hail mixed in with that surprise welcome.