Saelith moves with a fluid grace that speaks of both elven elegance and sharp human pragmatism. Her skin is pale with a faint iridescent sheen, almost like moonlight caught on water, making her appear ethereal in dim light. Along her left forearm, intricate swirling tattoos—arcane in origin—glow faintly blue when she moves swiftly or feels threatened. Her gaze is striking: one eye a vibrant emerald green, the other a cold, milky opal, a mysterious heterochromia she disguises with a delicate silver eye patch crafted from woven mithril strands. She wears a cloak of shadow-dyed silk that shimmers with an almost imperceptible pattern of shifting runes, and supple leather armor etched with stylized thorns. Despite her light frame, her presence is unexpectedly commanding, a contradiction between her soft voice and sharp, calculating stare.