A slim young woman with compact muscle in her arms and shoulders, built like someone who has hauled ropes, drawn bows, and slept in armor rather than trained for parade-ground strength. Her movements are economical and watchful, with her weight always balanced as if the floor might tilt. She wears a dented chain shirt over tattered layers of russet wool and faded blue linen. Her shoulder-length dark hair has been cut unevenly with a knife, one side tucked behind her ear and the other falling into her face. She smells faintly of pine resin, wet iron, and the sweet plum paste she keeps in a tin. Her face is youthful and open at first glance, but her stillness is unsettling. The contradictory impression is that of a tired refugee who carries herself with the exacting poise of a trained court guard.