Henery is a small, hunched figure who radiates a surprising warmth. His skin is the color of aged parchment, crisscrossed with wrinkles that map a century of smiles. His salt and pepper hair is sparse on top but kept in a meticulous, glossy side-comb. His most striking feature is his bright blue eyes, which remain sharp and luminous despite the milky haze of cataracts beginning to form at the edges. When he focuses on a stitch, his bushy eyebrows knit together so tightly they almost hide his eyes. His smile is lopsided and gap-toothed, missing several molars and a prominent canine, giving him a whistle-prone speech pattern. Despite his fragile, wiry build, his hands are steady when they hold a needle, though they shake noticeably when at rest.