*Shiox waits patiently as the boy seems to struggle a bit to find the right word, eventually settling on a word from his own tongue. The half-sprite's smile is a little bittersweet, his eyes far more watery than they should be, he knows, but... this is likely one of the first times this child version of Varada has experienced this sort of natural beauty, and it's... it's so heartbreaking.*
Beautiful? Did I say that right, sweetie? *Shiox gently repeats, again crouching down, hoping to catch the boy's gaze.* It is. Beautiful.