Finally, he walked past her and into the hallway, where he paused, looking curiously in both directions.  He’d turned his sheet into a peplos like the ancient Pegasi wore.  It looked a little ridiculous, since it only went down to his hocks, but perhaps that was a fashion in his home—and, to be fair, it was improvised.  He’d made no attempt to alter the fabric to fit him better; in fact, he was clutching it closed with his left arm.