"Mm," Elias murmured. It was a response to everything she said, summed in a single syllable. And then, because she surely needed more than that for the last piece, "My vision is beginning to clear. I see shapes now, where there was only darkness before."
Turning his gaze toward the direction where her voice came, he tried to make her out. And there, in shades of gray, her silhouette made a smooth line at his side. The corners of his mouth turned upward. "You're beautiful," he said, surprising himself with his candor, then laughing shortly from that surprise. "And I wish I could see you."
Brushing the sentiment out of the air with the back of his hand, he set his head back against the couch again. "Where are you from? Did your family come with you... or are they already here?"
Better by far to ask questions and let her answer them, rather than his schoolboy adoration of her. It came to him, then, that she may be leaving soon. And perhaps that was just as well. He was beginning to crave her company, and that was a troubling realization.