Hoshor Plains I don't see how

He hated the sun.

It shone with no shame into his red eye, making him squint more than he'd enjoy. Light sensitivity was a thing for him, ever since he lost his other eye. Ever since he left his underground kingdom and exposed himself to the sun's rays. His people lived near the earth, under it in caves. They kept themselves a secret to the world, going out and raiding it when resources were dim.

But that was behind him now. Yet some things never changed. Like the light. It's accusing glare at him. A reminder of past deeds. He stumbled almost blindly, having been stuck out in the open with no darkness to swarm around him. No black but his coat to comfort him. So when he brushed against the tall grass, alerting someone of his presence... well, either way he was a stark difference to the ground. Point was, he stood still. His one good eye trained on the woman before him.

But he said nothing. He was unable to make out her distinctive features, squinting as he was. He didn't want to rile her up. Didn't want to say something stupid and get her aggressive. He waited.