Tombe's muscles are still hard and broad-veined, made all the more defined by her tight, sallow skin and unhealthy thinness. Creeping more often along the ground on all fours than on her feet, she almost gives the unnerving impression of a spider or large insect, her movements jerky and sudden. Probably once a proud warrior, the dark-haired woman's eyes are now blank and dull, and she coos and whoops like an animal rather than communicating with speech. The many scars on her flesh, new and old, attest to her time spent as a prisoner of the Ghauwffhwa.