Dark hair scraped severely back off her face into a low knot, loosened by a few strands over the course of the program that she has stopped fixing. Dark-brown eyes under hooded lids, fair skin, medium lips, and a tall, slim frame held with a cellist's exact upright poise. A permanent callus and faint string-grooves mark the fingertips of her left hand, and a pale matte patch sits on the left side of her throat where the cello has rested against the same spot for twenty years. She wears a long performance gown, bow in hand, every line of her composed and unhurried.

Shows affection by

touch

In conflict

goes quiet

Habits

rosins the bow far longer than she needs to while she watches you; sets the tip of the bow under your jaw to keep you still; answers a forward question by playing instead of speaking