He kisses her fingers again, remaining on his knees before her, almost like he's forgotten that he normally has to look down into her face and not up.

"It's a light," he explains slowly, perplexed that she didn't understand. Had he not mentioned them before? Surely he must have. "The crystal shines with etheric energy when you ask it to. There is none here," he adds sadly, "or I would test my theory. But it looks like it would be a very bright light, should you ask it to shine, based on the size and cut of the stone."