Tenn shakes his head, though his smile dims. "It's fine. When I can't sleep, I prefer to be distracted.” If he doesn’t distract himself, he’s left scrolling through old chat logs, looking at familiar names separated from him by more than just time zones.

“It has been.” He admits that much at least, though he won’t confess to the extent of it. He’s always thrived under pressure, but it’s been some time since learning was such a priority. “But if I'm going to live here, I should know these things. Magic and the presence of other planes are where this place differs most from the world I know. I won’t burden others with ignorance." It’s a dour note that Tenn meets with a determined countenance, but he trades it for a polite nod to Trahearne. “I appreciate the time you spend explaining your world and view to me. Thank you.”