Sina could conceivably pass for a servant, or if not that, just an everyday invalid. She's in the garden, thin and pale, her dark blonde hair pulled back in a clumsy tail and a wool blanket wrapped around her for warmth, and she sorts seeds that have been collected from the various regions of Thedas. At least for the time being, the blanket successfully conceals her shard.

At the sight of another elf passing through, one she's never seen before, Sina lifts her head and offers a small, amiable smile of greeting. She likes it when people come to the garden, as long as they don't interfere with any of the work here.