[she takes a moment, summons her courage, and asks in a gentle tone of voice]

What is it you have done? And become? If I--if it's not too much of an intrusion to ask?

[she watches him pour the water into his hand and marvels as he begins to sing. it's so clear and so beautiful, she can't help being in awe of it.

her eyes widen at the spark of light and she looks at it, at him, and back down to the light. a hand reaches out towards it, then shies back for fear of disrupting its beauty and clarity]

...I've never seen or heard such a thing. Never even imagined they'd be possible.