You manifest a ceiling when you shy away

Kiyo had turned away and begun walking further into the woods when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, the feeling of eyes on her sending a shiver up her spine. She turned slightly, peering over her shoulder to find a figure completely covered in a cloak. She was only able to barely make out a pair of obviously bald feet, her heart giving a panicked squeeze. She was reminded of the hooded figure who had stolen her antlers, thankfully now fully grown back, and the terror he’d invoked in her. Her bright, silver gaze widened and she took a panicked step back, ”Begone, yōkai,” she uttered in her native tongue, muscles tensed in preparation to run.