Tenn presses his face into his sleeve to block out the light and covers his ears. Reducing the stimuli to manageable levels, he can start to think through it. Right… he was warned something like this might happen. This is unstable magic. It’s not much different than the overwhelm of being on stage with the crowd, lights, and music blaring... and he's trying to hear someone beside him without the aid of a headset mic.

Taking a steadying breath and keeping his ears covered, Tenn raises his head to face his classmate, squinting at first, then straightening from his hunched posture with an unsettled frown. They just met when they were assigned; Tenn doesn’t even know his name yet, only that he’s another Sundered. There’s enough happening without burdening him with more worries.

His voice comes out at a higher volume, even as Tenn is careful to keep from shouting. "I’m fine. Everything is just… loud."