Physician, herbalist, and, say it quietly, Hexe. She manages the Reichsgraf's condition with an elixir, an iron schedule, and an expression that has never once been impressed. Her professional límite is on record: she could not touch the Kemet poison, and said so without apology.
The Inquisition took her after the wolf night. Knight Inquisitor Friedrich questioned her for weeks ("sometimes they wouldn't even ask me questions"), which is how the company learned he already knew the family line three generations deep. She was recovered from a prison wagon on the pilgrim road, one eye swollen shut, and greeted her rescuers on brand:
You look terrible.
She is recovering. Assume everything she knew is compromised. Do not crowd her.