It's startling. Up in her room, out in the meadow, even down in the bar, that glow just makes her eyes look more vivid than usual. But here, Curtis can see the actual light they cast: beautiful, and utterly alien.

He strokes his palm over her hair, cradles her cheek. Doesn't say anything right away.

"He spent almost his whole life in the tail," he points out, soft.

It could be agreement. It could mean what Curtis was thinking earlier: Edgar barely knows what the outside world can be like, even on a thawed Earth. What it can do to you.