Siveth moves with an economical, slightly forward-leaning gait, placing each foot as though the floor might remember pressure. Within a minute of meeting her, most people notice that she rarely looks at faces first. Her eyes go to boots, hands, belt knots, door hinges, and the empty spaces behind people. She has fine-boned features and a calm, almost scholarly face, but her posture is built for sudden flight. Her long ears are pierced with tiny copper rings etched with route symbols. A single pale braid hangs from behind her right ear, stiff with beeswax and threaded through with blue cord. Her hands are callused across the palms and fingertips from rope, stone, and bowstring. She appears delicate in stillness, yet when she turns, the motion is abrupt and birdlike. The contradiction is that she dresses like a practical woodland scout but keeps an immaculate white linen collar beneath her armor, laundering it obsessively even after muddy expeditions.