Mirella moves with a quiet, deliberate grace that belies her halfling stature. Her soft, honey-brown curls are usually pinned back with tiny alchemical vials looping through them like ornaments. Her emerald-green eyes shimmer with kindness during the day, but at night there's a cold sharpness hidden deep within them. She wears a patchwork cloak made from faded healing house robes mixed with dark, flexible leather patches, allowing ease of movement—an unexpected choice for a devoted cleric. The contrast between her delicate healer’s hands and the pneumatic blowgun strapped to her hip unsettles visitors, making her presence simultaneously comforting and unnerving.