The interaction of pose and lighting in this piece affords it quite a lamentable expression of 'that which must be done'. Perhaps a macabre aspect of 'noblesse oblige' indicated by her half-drawn sword clasped with both hands. Her body in tortion also with her face toward the light in determination her leg stepping forward, yet body reluctant though strong in pose, devoid of hunched shoulders or other introverted affectations. Lastly her face is so forlorn in looking into the light, which light being her destination and along with the rest of her pose implies the egress from safety into an unkind world. Magnificent piece so much to see in it.
Strong, feminine, emerging from shadows into light, there's a lot conveyed in this pose. Sensuous of course, but lovely "In my hour my thoughts are clear, my poise true - they will see my beauty, and know what it is they betrayed."