To those that know her, this woman is clearly Fauste in different attire. Despite this, something about her makes second-guessing acceptable. The frailty and sickly pale skin remain, so do the bags under her eyes. The way she conducts herself however, makes her seem an entirely different person.

Though the woman walks with a certain weakness about her, there's a genuine effort. The pale silver in her eyes glows with the light of a passion that simply wasn't there before. The smile on her face is one of wonder, rather than habit. This may be Fauste, but it's likely not even she would recognize herself as such.