Magical

Previously

…"Here," he said, his voice steady as he extended the diya towards me. "Take this. It's not as bright as a star, perhaps, but it will give you some light. And… and it's warm." My breath caught in my throat. He was offering me his only means of seeing in the night, his only comfort against the shadows. His generosity, in the face of his own apparent need, was a revelation. It was a light far more profound than the one held within the clay lamp. I looked from the diya to his kind