There's a brief lag before Kvothe raises his head and blinks owlishly at the other boy. "Yeah," he answers after another moment, rather transparently lying. He's usually better at that but he's not exactly in top form at the moment. "I'm fine." He looked at Tim a moment longer, wondering why he was there, before it clicked. "Oh, you're the guy. From the board."

That's what he'd forgotten, the person from the bulletin board wanting to know about the so-called 'sleep studies.' Which was pretty much the last thing he ever wanted to talk about after the previous night, but of course the universe had to have the worse possible timing. He shouldn't have expected anything else from the Institute.