[He can hear someone approaching, the sound of clothing rustling and footsteps, but he doesn't stir. It's a level of peace that even in his deepest meditation he's never felt before. It's only when he feels something brushing against him that he finally opens his eyes.

His expression softens at the girl he sees, and he shifts his leg a little to give her more space to pick up the fallen crayon.]

Don't worry about it, little miss. Look at me, taking up all the prime space here... let me scootch over.

[And that he does, shifting himself over to give her more room.]