Meg isn't directly looking at anything; she has her eyes closed.

Granted, that probably isn't going to work as a permanent solution, since she's not remotely wild about the idea of trying to move though these woods without seeing where she's going.

And even with her eyes closed, she's improbably aware of that tree.

Meg puts her left hand over the bracelets on her right wrist and focuses on the feel of them.

And still . . .

"That tree really wants to be looked at."

It's very tempting to do so.