Ssarak heard the voice of someone beside him, though with the shouting in his head, he couldn’t make out what the person said. He turned his head and looked at the Human beside him, his eyes watering from the intense pain he was in. She appeared to be concerned, so she probably had been asking if he was alright, or perhaps if he needed help. He had been ill prepared for this situation. Although he had experienced accidental mind reading plenty of times before, it had never happened in a place so crowded. He couldn’t have imagined what it would be like to hear so many thoughts and feelings at once, and now he was paying the price. 

Ssarak groaned in pain, trying to concentrate enough to at least think about how to stop this madness. Eventually, he reclaimed enough of his senses to at least give a response to the Human. “I…my head. Too many thoughts at once.” He said before managing to think of a new strategy. He needed to find something to concentrate on, something to put all of his mind’s attention in one place, instead of on the thoughts of those around him. He stared at the human, deciding to focus on giving her an intelligible response. 

“I am a…psychomancer. I have a terrible headache brought on…by my abilities.” He said, the pace of his words slowing significantly by the end. Closing his eyes once more, he started breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm his mind. He shifted his attention from talking, focusing all of his thoughts on the simple act of breathing.