Sahira is a lean desert woman whose movements are quiet, economical, and oddly tidal, as though an unseen current pulls her from one moment to the next. Her skin carries a warm copper tone dusted with pale freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her hands are callused from reins, rope, and stone, yet her fingernails are carefully painted with thin bands of turquoise. A crescent scar runs from her left temple to the corner of her mouth, making her smile look permanently lopsided. She wears a brass water gauge over one eye when inspecting wells, although the instrument is decorative and cannot improve her sight. The unexpected contradiction is her immaculate white gloves, which she refuses to remove even while treating wounds or fighting.