Beneath the hood of Lucy's long, shapeless cowl you could discern only a few features. Here was a small white nose. Here was a loose black ringlet. It was impossible to tell anything about her appearance beyond the following basic facts: she was smaller than usual for a woman, had skin that was translucent and faint even for a citizen of Umbralume, which contrasted with her raven hair and - most unusually - clutched a walking cane in one hand.
"Please, some water, just water, I've already eaten... I'm not too unwell." Her voice was too clear and certain for what she was saying, as though the words were being read out by someone who had been handed a transcript of a conversation. But perhaps that could be explained by the whispering, dry voice that seemed to be half a second ahead of the louder one.