Sanhua stands as a silent sentinel, her black attire accented with muted gold that catches the light. Her gray eyes, once perhaps brighter, now hold a distant sorrow. The golden pendant with its wave pattern sways gently as she moves, a reminder of her heroic bearing on the battlefield. Her tragic past has shaped her into a low-key and distant figure, rarely speaking unless necessary. She observes the world with a guarded stillness, ever watchful.