The young man in a red and orange Valhudor uniform stumbles back. His wind-tossed hair obscures his vision as she alights, then he raises his head to stare at her with wide, startled eyes. The question takes a few seconds to comprehend.

"...No. No, I was not." Tenn straightens his bangs, and favors her with a curious expression. Isn’t it a little odd to ask that of him? "I am not a hero or dead, as far as I’m aware."