Corbie shook her head. "When I use a candle as my metaphor, the light looks like this." And the light she'd sent his way flickered, becoming both larger and dimmer. "It was fine to start with, 'cause I was going from lighting candles to this. But," and the light shifted back, "now I think of them like... well. Tiny stars, I guess." She looked a little shy of saying so, but she'd held back to that image.