She was human with black hair, streaked with gray, and the chocolate skin of an Indian. Wide, dark eyes stared into his, and the lines of her face had been etched from smiles instead of frowns. She had gained weight, and it looked good on her, gave her a solidity that her frail frame had lacked before. Everyone knew she could hold her own in an argument, and now she had a bit of mass to help. Jonathon approved.