When light suddenly stabs into her eyes, Miaren can't help but slow down.  The torchlight is no vaccine against what seems to be normal daylight - but when has daylight ever been so untainted near Southwark?  The reasons why can wait, she decides, dropping the torch and dashing the sting from her eyes.  She comes to a complete stop at the edge of that precipice, halted by the instinct of self-preservation, above and beyond any other urges.