Metal Angel
That was then. Now, Fiora is gaunt and pale and keening. She hasn't a scrap of righteousness left in her, or maybe that's all she's got. And yet, the expression on Egil's awestruck face tells a much different story.
we'll go with that
Fiora grew up with boys, raised by them. She's never forced herself to be a beauty queen, never flinched at the hobbies that other mothers might have frowned upon. Dunban doesn't mind if she plays with Blood Worms, so long as she squirrels away a few choice insects to show him at home, into the bargain.
Reyn, none (or rarely) threatened by her boisterousness, welcomes her as one of the gang. Shulk is too inscrutable to care.
And there was even a time, however brief, when Mumkhar still tried, and he would call a young Fiora, chubby-cheeked and gap-toothed, "angel face".
He hadn't yet begun to begrudge that Dunban was a saint, was Fiora's brother's logic, later on, inasfar as he would ever allow himself to be pronounced as such.
Fiora could be cocky, even arrogant, like her brother, in fits and starts, but she was never one to pile on admiring attention like so many airs. Humility, she trained at; it was only in tossed-off conversation that she could falter in any significant fashion.