Ane is relieved by the addition of light, not that the sewers were pitch dark, or anything, small patches of light filter in from the gender-neutral-personal-covers in the street above, but that is not enough to see comfortably by.
Ane has hiked the skirt of her robe up to her knees to keep it out the ... muck on the ground. She hates being in contact with the ground, it makes her feel vulnerable and heavy. She has to bend, but with her bare feet visible it becomes clear just how small she is, she can't be more than 5" tall.
"Oh! I sure hope I don't step in something..." She says hopelessly.