"Oh." It's such a tiny word to hold so much meaning. She had no idea. She's not much given to poetry, but this is beauty. This is the sort of thing people die for and she finally understands why. Her life has always been so small, and even after she was taken out of the box she'd made for herself she hadn't dared to let much in, or out. What a waste.

The dance of lights around them is mesmerizing. How can he expect her to look away? But she does, eventually, close her eyes. The lights will be dancing in her vision no matter how tightly shut against it.