[ The concern comes at him like a wave--not hard, but it still washes over him, and it feels--wrong, immediately. And immediately, he makes sounds of uncertainty, slowly shaking his head. ]

It wasn't-- there wasn't a big thing to it, like-- [ He's waving his hands, trying to emphasise on the big thing. His head rolls, words pausing, thinking.

Because honestly? It's embarrassing. Parts of it. So, carefully, while still with a somewhat dismissive tone to it: ]

Someone summoned these monsters in the cafeteria on my first day at adventuring school, and I died. That was all. [ That was it. ] Then my principal brought me back, and it was-- he had to kill himself to do it, but me and my friend came back because of it... but other people didn't.

[ He hasn't looked at Heather through describing it, or only with fleeting glances; and he looks at her again, wincing slightly, shrugging, putting on this awkward air. ]

It's been a couple of years. He came back to life too, but- .... yeah.

[ Awkward! ]