Ilyra moves like a person who has learned to be watched while making herself unreadable. She appears almost fragile at first glance with narrow shoulders and long limbs, but up close the knuckles show faint calluses and a quick scar runs from the outer corner of her left eye to her jaw. Her movements are precise and economical, like a storyteller who times every gesture. She keeps one hand habitually tucked inside her coat sleeve as if hiding something, while the other fingers flick small sparks of static when she is impatient. Contradiction: her clothing is threadbare at the elbows but studded with tiny crystals sewn into the lining that catch light without glittering ostentatiously.