Aditil had brown skin, with light tan—almost golden—undertones. She wore her black hair in a braid, and as she moved, Starling saw the distinctive pale blue, glasslike portion of her right hand. The center of the palm was replaced—bones and all—with a transparent aether the color of the sky. The glass was cracked, an indication that the symbiote she’d bonded was dead. Starling had never asked for the story behind that.
