Ienzo wasn't known for being terribly expressive (outside of whatever fell out from under his pen nib) but when Edmund caught him staring the boy's eye widened, his jaw froze till he could force a swallow, glancing away, his shoulders dropping. It took several moments till he could dare to breathe, shaking his head.

"It's nothing." He spoke curtly, a thin murmur as he found his place in Plato, right where he was before his attention had wandered off. "Sorry." Ienzo tacked on hastily at the end, a careful sweetness of nerves that sounded genuine enough to not be snotty perched in his tone, eyes flitting up and then darting down evasively. He set his focus squarely on the steadying text in front of him, rubbing at his upper arm, surpressing a yawn behind his pursed mouth as he struggled not to shy from Pevensie's sudden closeness.

There was an uneasy pause, a quiet that begged further justificaation, and his breath swelled with a shiver as he kept his eyes pinned on a lengthy paragraph and let his vision blur with distraction. He spoke up again before he sorted out a real answer.

"You had a faraway look about you, which was-"

His brow furrowed, squinting as he peeked up again, and their eyes locked in a way that made Ienzo's stomach clench at the suddden intensity. The rest of his body managed to maintain a cool composure, but... perhaps he ought not try to seem too unflappable. That could be read as being too full of himself, erudite and above his bunkmates.

"Please, forgive my rudeness." Ienzo continued, demurely enough to lend a little weight to all the rumors of what he'd been, exactly, in his former clique. "I was staring without any decent reason to."

Which was hardly something he'd admit so plainly, among other witnesses, but the Library was fairly quiet now.