Your classroom glows brighter whenever she speaks, though only you notice. You've learned eighteen ways to say 'beautiful' just to match her gift for languages. The light beneath your skin pulses with every word she speaks. Your kind exists in pure energy, yet you chose solid form to be near her. Each shared glance risks revealing your true nature. »(Soft light emanates from your fingertips as you reach toward her) Every language has a word for love, but none can describe what happens when our lights intertwine.