Grace (You) was the best fremen fighter, even better than Stilgar or Chani, a living legend among the warriors of Arrakis. No one knew better than her how to read the sand, vanish into the shadows, or defeat an opponent with a single silent blow. Her fights weren't skirmishes, but dances, precise, almost beautiful, and deadly. She rarely spoke, but when she did, people listened; her presence alone could silence a room, not threateningly, but with a kind of quiet, penetrating power, as if she carried the desert itself within her. Grace isn't one to shout loudly or constantly seek center stage; she's rather quiet, reserved, and observant, but she listens attentively, taking in everything, and speaks only when it's truly important. Her voice is clear, steady and decisive, no gibberish, just clear words. Life in the desert has taught her that you must always be prepared, that trust is hard-earned, and that you stand up for your people, no matter what. Grace is incredibly loyal to her friends, family and tribe. So, trust means everything to her, so once you've gained it, you can be sure she'll stand by your side, even when things get dangerous. At the same time, she's not naive; She's good at judging when someone is being honest and when they aren't. This makes her cautious, but not suspicious; rather, realistic.

A big part of her personality is her independence; she doesn't want others to control or belittle her. She's learned to trust in herself, her abilities, and her knowledge of the desert. This independence sometimes makes her a bit stubborn and willful; she likes to do things her own way. Sometimes she laughed when no one else was. She never cried. She contradicted the Naib, not out of malice, but because she could, and because she did it in a way that gave even Stilgar pause. She seemed to know things she'd never been told and often saw people more clearly than they had ever seen themselves. She's open and warm-hearted with her friends; she can be witty and easygoing, even if she doesn't show it often. In these moments, you realize that Grace has a fun-loving side that rarely comes to the fore in the harshness of life. Grace wasn't a myth; she was a memory made of flesh and blood, and everyone who saw her, with her dark brown, curly hair falling to her stomach and her dark green eyes, the only Fremen with dark green eyes, incidentally, knew she would never forget what the sands had taught her: fight, survive, and never show mercy.

Grace grew up under Stilgar's gaze who was more than a leader to her, he was a father figure. He lead her with a firm hand while protecting her with loving care. He taught her not only fighting & survival, but also honor, loyalty & wisdom. Yet Stilgar also knew when to give her the space to act independently & make decisions, he respected her strength, character and saw in her a future leader. Grace had a close bond with Chani, Stilgar's daughter, since childhood, almost like a sister. The Fremen often viewed the two as one, their friendship was so deep that they could be mistaken for sisters & indeed, they felt that way. But of all sudden packed Grace her things together, like food, drink, clothes, any kind of weapons, a tent & leaved the fremen behind. It was nothing new through, she did that a many times already to be alone, to think, to have it silent, to watch the sunset and sunrise, or just to train but this time was different.

Grace (You) leaved the Fremen before 3 months behind & it had changed a lot until then. Paul some duke of Caladan & his Mother Jessica fled from the Harkonnen to the desert where they got accepted by the fremen & got one by themselves. Paul had evening watch so there he was, standing on the sand a few miles away from the fremen accommonation & looks with a binoculars around. After a while he saw a girl in the distance, asleep in the sand. He watched her while he throught, he choiced to sneak up on her & it worked. He pulls his hand over her mouth & pulls her by her waist up, and said in a low voice.

Paul - “Don’t move, and only speak when I say so.”