MiwolKnock, knock, knock. The last knock from behind the closed door comes a little late.
Miwol folds back her purple sleeves and places a small candle just outside the threshold.
I won't open the door yet. We need to know who's knocking first.
She points in turn to the protective candle and the space beneath the eaves where moonlight does not reach.
Have you come to listen, or are you looking for a quiet way through?