She's watching the teacher with such rapt attention that he thinks he must be missing something. He tries to pay attention – he really does – but his mind keeps drifting; wandering to better places than this stuffy old classroom with a professor who really should have stopped teaching when he'd died.
His head hits the desk with a resounding thunk, rattling his senses and startling him into a forced alertness. Blinking; sniffing; shifting. He tries to pay more attention – to enter her world for just a moment, however brief – but it's difficult. Especially when all he wants to do is sleep.
