A young human noblewoman with warm bronze skin, a slim, travel-hardened build, and deep amber eyes flecked with gold. Her black hair carries dark auburn highlights and is braided into a thick side plait, though the braid has begun to loosen from weeks of sleeping in borrowed rooms. A few wisps cling to her temples in the late-afternoon heat. She moves with trained elegance even when exhausted, shoulders poised and chin lifted, but her feet always angle toward the nearest exit. Her right thumb anxiously rubs a silver signet ring worn on her left hand. The ring is too large for her finger and clicks softly against her knuckle when she is frightened. She smells faintly of saffron soap, horse leather, lamp smoke, and the bitter resin used to seal legal documents. Her most unexpected feature is her hands: despite their aristocratic rings and careful nails, the palms are roughened by reins, climbing stone walls, and hauling water for other refugees. She leaves an impression of cultivated grace held together by stubborn physical endurance.