"We don't want light at the moment," she pointed out.

He wanted light, and there was no harm now in setting a fire.

You go into a dark room and you want light.

There are several points upon which we still want light - but it is coming, all the same.

He might have to live in the dark, but she wanted light, and lots of it.

They want good light, but dry out quickly and a few dead wilts can prove lethal.

Nor, as a matter of fact, did she want light.

And he was terrified that he'd never want or need light again.

You weren't, for example, afraid of the dark and wanted as much light as possible?

"Maybe they don't want light from the stairwell getting in," Tara said just as the thought occurred to me.