A slender young woman with the poised, slightly forward-leaning balance of someone accustomed to walking on wet planks and narrow rafters. She has long wrists, elegant hands, and a dancer's economy of movement, but her posture becomes unexpectedly square and stubborn whenever family is mentioned. Her skin has a warm bronze tone with a faint olive cast, and tiny pale freckles gather across her shoulders like spilled millet. Her hair is dark brown, thick, and loosely curled, usually gathered into a low knot with three blue glass beads hidden near the nape. She smells distinctly of wet cedar, crushed mint, and lamp oil, a scent she does not notice until someone points it out. In bright light, her expression seems open and almost guileless. In shadow, the stillness of her face makes her look like a painted saint who has just thought of a crime.