Nill listens to Beth sing quietly, and as she goes on her eyes get slightly wider and wider, until it morphs into a kind of awe. She's heard people sing before, mostly on TV or in videos, or back in the Bishop's church. The hymns. They were all pretty, and Nill always liked them. Beth's singing, however, is much different. She wouldn't even need the music, Nill's sure.

She's really beautiful.

Nill looks at Beth like she hangs the moon. She might be blushing a little.