Qarz’s shadow is tall and narrow, with the poised stillness of a theatre actor waiting for a cue. Their jaw is unusually broad and deep, giving their face the structure of a carved theatrical mask, while their small, crowded teeth show whenever they speak because their lower lip never quite closes over them. They eat with delicate etiquette but chew each bite far too long, as if studying the texture for evidence. Their body leans subtly toward whoever is currently receiving attention, and when forced to wait they balance almost entirely on the balls of one foot, the other heel hovering above the floor. Their movements are smooth until someone else is praised, at which point a sharp, involuntary twitch runs through their shoulders. The contradictory impression is of someone both impossibly composed and physically incapable of hiding resentment.