Blythe gazed upward, as almost to mimic the way those with sight would glance up. She saw nothing, naturally. Just a vast emptiness. Sometimes it unsettled her, how great this abyss truly was. It was probably as unsettling as would be for someone who could see stars, yet couldn't fathom how far away they really were.
"You seem to be enjoying the small pleasures in life," She commented thoughtfully as she lowered her gaze. "Such things no one should ever take for granted. I like the color pink. I like the feeling I get when I see it in another soul. Eileen's soul is pink."
That was probably some irrelevant tangent, but Blythe was feeling and slightly maudlin.