A bronze-skinned young woman with warm golden undertones, a long intelligent face, and amber eyes flecked with gold. Her thick brown hair carries auburn highlights and is braided close to the scalp before falling in a heavy rope over one shoulder, threaded with irregular coral beads that click softly when she turns. She moves with the economical balance of someone accustomed to riding through rain and narrow mountain roads, never quite standing still but never appearing hurried. Her hands are unusually clean for a refugee, though the knuckles are weather-roughened and faintly stained with blue-black ink. She smells of damp wool, crushed fennel, horse leather, and expensive soap, a combination she is painfully aware of. Her gracious expression and relaxed shoulders suggest composure, yet she watches every doorway before sitting down. The unexpected contradiction is that her polished boots and courtly posture belong to a noblewoman, while her coat is patched inside the elbows by someone who has spent months sleeping in roadside stables.