When you can remember colors again, you can tell me what you think about seeing them then. [ Sure, maybe they're pretty colors objectively, but they won't know until they can see them for themselves.

She looks at him then, also not touching. ]

... Your hair is white; you've got black tips. Your skin is a little darker than mine, like a light brown. And your eye...

[ She points out towards the ocean. ]

Further out on the horizon. It's a dark, deep blue, like that shade. You'd see it going deeper underwater, too.