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Aslan was seemingly coming out of a book induced daze, the sort Levi himself knew quite well. It was rather like being forcefully dragged out of bed early on a rainy Sunday morning, or like being abruptly woken up from a particularly good dream. Her eyes had that glazed over look, the adjustment of the reality taking some time to settle in.
He almost felt bad.
"I don't have a reason." Did he need one? His voice was too loud for the library, and he took care to clear his throat and try a second time. "Other than I haven't seen you in a while. Not really." Honesty was his way to go. And in the absence of it, silence and words left unsaid to avoid lying were his shelter; though that was, in truth, not the case with Aslan.
Levi hadn't considered how his good mood may have affected his outer appearance, though he supposed that should not have come as a shock. "I--if you say so." Somewhat self consciously, he patted his hair. "You look tired. Have you been sleeping well?"
just a tinge startled by Levi's volume Aslan jumped a little, awkwardly stepping back against bookcase behind her. she glanced backward, for a moment absurdly, she worried she had knocked over the bookcase and sent the whole lot toppling over into infinity- This was not the case. The shelves were fixed, possibly magically to the floor and Aslan was well aware of the fact. Clearly, Aslan had been deeper into her mind's stupor than she knew.
She too, cleared her throat. "It has been some time." Aslan agreed, pausing as she tried to remember when their last study session had spontaneously occurred. "Before you were crowned." Since then, she'd found herself seeing more of his sister. It was natural, of course.
"Yes, I do say so." It was a joke, mostly, but also something of an established fact. He seemed sheepish, a feeling Aslan being Aslan had not felt very often - save for in her much younger years - and could not exactly understand in this instance. Where was the source stemming from? Had her observation perhaps been too personal? the witch didn't believe so, not when considering his earlier comments on her unusually normal appearance and his following mention of her wearied features. "No, not at all. Sleeping isn't something I've ever been very good at, I'm afraid. Especially lately." NEWTs had something to do with it, but general insomnia was the prime culprit.