Celyn is a light-skinned young woman with a compact athletic frame built for climbing, sprinting, and carrying weight over long distances. Her face is strikingly pretty in a soft, almost doll-like way, with round cheeks, a small chin, and enormous caring eyes that make strangers feel briefly forgiven. That sweetness clashes with the rest of her presence. She moves like a startled hare that has learned exactly how dangerous it is, keeping her weight on the balls of her feet and turning through doorways sideways. Sun and wind have roughened the backs of her hands, while her palms are crosshatched with tiny pale lines from rope, wicker, and lantern handles. Her forearms are exposed and strong, dusted with fine golden hairs that catch the light. The unexpected contradiction is that her elegant face and immaculate clothing conceal the practical posture and hard grip of a dockworker.