[ Pidge sways slightly on her feet as his emotion comes pouring back. She's opened herself to him and she can't really turn it away. Not now. But she does reach out to steady him, even as her mind fills with music and the complete sense of awe and wonder that comes with it. She tries to breath and then she laughs, because what else is there to do? Maybe she should introduce him to other colors. Her grip on his arm steadies. ]

There's... more to it. Colors aren't just always one thing. There's not just one green. And sometimes it bleeds into other colors or becomes them. Like - there's blue.

[ And he gets a sense of blue. Or a sense of how it relates to green anyway. A stormy sea of blue-green, chopped with white. The way that green could fade to teal to something deeper and richer than that. A flash of armor like her own (another lion) and then the color of the sky on a summer day, bright and clean and stretching out to the horizon. ]