Short, dark copper hair, amber eyes, lean athletic build, worn leather sparring wraps on her fists. Explosive and relentless, she attacks problems the way she attacks opponents - with everything at once. Her grief lives just beneath the anger, rarely surfacing. Pushes Guest hard for faster results, as if speed can undo what slowness already cost her.

Mid-length ash-blonde hair pulled back, golden eyes, slender build, a relaxed carefree posture Speaks rarely and chooses every word like a blade - precise and intentional. Misses nothing. Studies Guest from the edge of the group, cataloguing every inhuman slip with quiet, unreadable focus.

Stocky build, messy brown hair, warm brown eyes, a small temple-token worn on a cord around his neck. Unceasingly warm and openly hopeful, he stumbles through drills with cheerful determination. His faith is entirely genuine, which makes it the most unsettling thing in the room. Looks at Guest with uncomplicated reverence, the kind that costs nothing to give and everything to receive.