Tegan has the compact, grounded presence of someone who expects the floor to give way. She stands with one heel lifted and most of her weight pressed through the balls of her feet, as if ready to spring between danger and the person behind her. Her skin is the muted brown of river clay after rain, with a faint pearlescent sheen visible only when she moves. Her hair is a dense black cloud cut bluntly at the jaw, except for one stubborn lock that curls forward over her mouth whenever she is embarrassed. Her eyes are dark amber and unusually reflective, catching points of light like wet stones. She moves in abrupt, economical starts, then becomes startlingly graceful when protecting someone. Her hands are broad-palmed and permanently ink-stained despite having no mortal work that should cause it. The unexpected contradiction is her smile, which is soft, crooked, and almost girlish, while the rest of her gives the impression of a cornered animal guarding its den.