Silver-streaked dark hair, sharp blue eyes, lean build, plain civilian clothes that still look somehow deliberate. Wry and composed on the surface, but the control is thinner now - she retired and left her armor at the door and doesn't quite know who she is without it. Grief sits in her like an unlabeled file. Loves Guest with a certainty older than everything, and flinches every time Guest gets close enough to see it.

Late 50s, warm brown skin, close-cropped natural hair, reading glasses on a beaded chain, linen blazer. Unhurried and disarmingly direct - she holds silence the way other therapists hold clipboards, like it's a useful instrument. She does not let competence pass as honesty. Professionally neutral toward Guest, but quietly insistent that the marriage itself is what needs tending.