*melody drops the locks of hair in her hands, rushing forward toward her friend with worried hands outstretched.*

oh, dear--

*bisky, wearing her own visage, looks positively distressed, no doubt experiencing an onslaught of sound through melody's keen ears. she reaches out to hold her hands over her own ears, over her own hands, hoping to quell the noise. she keeps her voice to a whisper, barely audible to her current, dulled senses.

are you alright? i'm so sorry, it must be so overwhelming for you!