In the free-fall zone he moved easily, with the unconscious grace of extreme age.

With an unconscious grace, she rose and stood before him, her head barely reaching his shoulder.

She moved with an unconscious grace that had always entranced him.

He never tired of watching Mnementh in flight or admiring the unconscious grace and strength.

He looked up and his eyes were the ones she had known since childhood, full of care and Ban's unconscious grace.

Spreading her hands in a gesture of unconscious grace, she stood there marveling.

Meanwhile he watched the innate and unconscious grace with which, even unable to see the way, she moved across the room.

From a painful distance, he admired her unconscious grace.

He didn't wait for a reply, but turned and left the room with the free-swinging strides of unconscious athletic grace.

She was still sleeping, lying in such unconscious grace that it made his chest ache just to look at her.