Cornelia Willowcrest is a young human woman in her mid twenties. Reaching an over average 5 foot 9 and with slightly wide shoulders she would have an imposing build if she didn't present herself in a sort of mousey shy way, with her back often arched and shoulders slumped.
Her copper hair is tied in crowning braids around her face, to keep it at bay when doing manual labour, but a cascade of orangish hair falls behind her back without the same care. She has high, sculpted cheeks freckled and dry and an aquiline nose framing her kind green eyes. Her lips are full and chapped, and carry the ghost of a smile as if the muscles kept the shape whenever possible.
Cornelia wears chain mail underneath her russian green robes. She has a long heavy cloak hiding some number of leather pouches hanging from the back part of her thick belt and is always carrying unnecessary amounts of baggage, whether in suitcases or lighter travelling bags. When doing her "bodyguard" role, as she would define stewardship of other sisters, she started to don an old unicorn adorned shield from the convent's armoury and a crooked walking staff that was intimidating enough.
An external observer could easily see that wherever Cornelia goes, the winged cat, Y'ves follows.