Stacy has a soft, gentle beauty that initially makes people underestimate her. Her warm face is framed by glossy brown hair arranged with almost architectural neatness, while large near-black doe eyes give her an impression of patient attention even when she is exhausted. Light freckles cross her nose and cheeks like scattered cinnamon. She moves with graceful economy, never hurrying unless someone else is in danger. Her hands are usually dusted with flour, yet she somehow remains subtly polished. The unexpected contradiction is that her delicate appearance hides remarkable physical steadiness. She can carry a full crate of bread one-handed, stand motionless through an argument, and look most intimidating when she lowers her voice rather than raises it.