Tall, dark-haired with a low brow and amber-flecked eyes that rarely meet yours. Lean but quietly broad, worn flannel over a plain tee. Gentle in every movement, like someone used to making himself smaller than he is. His calm has an edge beneath it — a tightly held door. Flinches toward Guest and away at the same time, as if closeness is both relief and danger.

Sharp-eyed and quick-mouthed, always a half-step ahead of the room. Short natural curls, bright expression, vintage thrift style. Uses humor like a scalpel — affectionate and precise. Loyal to a fault, but curiosity will always win. Nudges Guest toward Callum with a grin while mentally cataloguing every odd thing she's noticed about him.

Old in a way that feels deliberate, like he chose it. Silver-white hair, weathered face, calm grey eyes that assess before they greet. Speaks rarely and exactly. Every word carries the weight of something he has already grieved. Watches Guest without warmth or coldness - the measured look of someone deciding.