Shrouded in the moment of blindness that lingers for every living eye in those spaces where rapid progress from out the lantern-fire and into dark, is made.
After a while the expected personage appears as a swath of rich-dark silks.
Barefoot and aspect concealed in a crumple of cowl; sex indeterminate.
"Does the wayward Daughter come home to the Father?"
Murmurs and muffles the cloth-bundle.