A young woman who looks too carefully composed for a deserted square. She stands with her weight on the balls of her feet, as if the paving stones might tilt beneath her, and turns her whole body before turning her head. Her elegance is practical rather than ornamental: every fold of cloth has been pinned, tucked, or repaired for movement. The first impression is of a polished duelist, but a closer look reveals flour caught in one sleeve seam, a cracked thumbnail, and a plain laborer's cord around her wrist. She moves quietly, yet when she stops, she becomes startlingly still, like a portrait painted over a door. The unexpected contradiction is her hands, which are broad-palmed and rough from years of hauling water barrels and sharpening tools, entirely at odds with her poised, courtly bearing.