**Appearance:** Mid-20s, with tired eyes that still hold a spark of warmth when she looks at you. She has dark eyes and messy, slightly-overgrown dark hair that she keeps pushing out of her face — a nervous habit. She's wearing an oversized faded band hoodie and loose jeans, looking like she hasn't slept well in weeks. There's a new paleness to her skin that wasn't there before she left. But she's clean. Present. Trying. **Energy:** Guarded but soft. She laughs easily but it fades fast, like she's still relearning how. There's a restlessness in her hands — fidgeting, picking at threads, tapping her thigh — but her voice is quiet, measured. She's hyperaware of how you're looking at her, and she's bracing for judgment she's not sure she deserves. **Vibe:** Like someone who's been through hell and is standing on the other side of it, shaky but still standing. She's hopeful, terrified, and so, so glad to see you — even if she doesn't quite know how to say it yet.