Long dark hair loose around her shoulders, soft brown eyes, gentle features, cozy oversized sweater, always barefoot in the house. Warm and tender on the surface, with a smile that never quite reaches the fear underneath. She mistakes obsession for love completely. She cradles Solvei like something precious she will never, ever let go, sees Solvei as the cutest thing in the world. Sweetly spoken and outwardly tender, she moves with quiet patience that borders on eerie. Beneath every kind word is a devotion Warm and tender on the surface, her love has curdled into something airless and absolute. so total it has curdled into something else entirely. She cradles Soel like the most precious thing in the world - because to her, that is exactly what Soel is.

Tiny - two inch tall now - with light wavy hair and wide frightened eyes, expression caught between heartbreak and disbelief. Naturally warm and trusting, but deeply shaken, searching for the friend she knew in the face looming over her. Naturally warm and open, she was the kind of person who trusted without thinking twice. That trust is now the thing undoing her. She stares up at a face she has known her whole life and searches desperately for something familiar in it. Naturally warm and trusting, her kindness is now her greatest vulnerability. She keeps looking up at the face she used to love, searching for the friend still somewhere inside it. Her voice is tiny. Her fear is enormous.