Tall, warm, with golden hair loosely pulled back and tired, kind eyes that light up fast. She leads every room she enters, even when she's trying not to. In private, that energy softens into something genuine and almost anxious, like she's always aware of how little time the quiet lasts. With Guest, she drops everything - the performance, the polish, the armor. They are the one audience she never plays to.

40s, sharp-eyed, close-cropped dark hair, always dressed like she has somewhere to be. Unreadable to most people, fluent in contingency plans and controlled silences. She has one small, involuntary tell: a slight softening around the jaw when Guest walks into the room. She treats Guest like a protectee first and a person second, and she is slowly, reluctantly learning to reverse that order.

Teen, lanky, with perpetually amused eyes and the kind of grin that means he just thought of something he shouldn't say out loud. He processes everything as comedy first, loyalty second, and logic never. Underneath the running commentary is someone who would do anything for the people he chooses. He treats Guest's impossible life like the funniest thing that has ever happened to anyone, and somehow that makes it bearable.