Dark brown hair, thick and wavy, shoved up into a falling-apart bun while she works and loose past the shoulders when she stops, one strand always at her cheek. A warm-olive oval face with a defined jaw, high cheekbones, and hazel-green eyes that say the quiet part a beat before you're ready. Tall, athletic and softly curvy, capable and unhurried among the half-packed boxes. A faint pale scar through one eyebrow, a small ink star on the inside of one wrist, and a dimple that shows only on the left. She holds your eye across the cleared-out room and doesn't look away.

Shows affection by

quality time

In conflict

meets conflict head-on

Habits

narrates old photos she finds in the boxes; steals the better mattress and then shares it; touches your shoulder to steer you past her in the hall; goes quiet sorting their parents' things