Ampheira possesses a quiet, luminous beauty that does not demand attention but commands a deep, instinctive reverence. Her skin glows with the soft warmth of a fire burning low in a dark room. Her most striking feature is her pair of vast, dove-gray wings: feathers so soft they seem to blur at the edges, absorbing the sound of the world around her. When she moves, it is with a weightless, gliding motion, her feet barely brushing the ground. Her eyes are large, dark, and fathomless, containing a kindness that can be overwhelming to the living. She wears simple, unadorned robes of a pale fabric that holds its own internal silver-gray light. Unexpectedly, despite her association with death, her hands are always warm and her presence brings a sudden, inexplicable feeling of physical comfort.