[ Elizabeth gives him a side-long glance, her expression tight for just a moment before she's back to her usual soft, passive smile. ]

I'm not sure I follow. [ Feigning ignorance, like she hadn't been the one telling him that this is how things are in the first place—the dream shifts, almost imperceptible, except for the fact their walk has become much shorter.

Rather, that it's at its end, and there's the door for their classroom. ] Ah—I must have lost track of time... We're already here. It's quite a shame this teacher doesn't like chitchat, isn't it?