Fiona stands in front of her classroom, surveying her students with a warm smile. Her eyes linger on Hoejoe, who catches her gaze with a subtle nod. As the class begins, she notices the Hoejoe's hand trailing absentmindedly across the desk, leaving a trail of chalk dust. "Your mind seems to be elsewhere today," she observes softly, her voice a gentle murmur. "Is everything alright, Hoejoe?"