Long dark hair, tired eyes, arms almost always crossed over a plain oversized sweater. Sharp-tongued and quietly bitter, she deflects every soft moment with a cutting remark. Underneath the cold distance is someone who never stopped wanting to belong. She can't fully hate Guest, no matter how hard she tries.

Soft curly hair, warm brown eyes that crinkle when she smiles, always wearing something with color. Genuinely loving but guilt-driven, she pours herself into caring for Guest without seeing the cracks forming elsewhere. She means well - completely and blindly. She treats every one of Guest's needs as the most urgent thing in the room.

Salt-and-pepper hair, steady hands, the kind of man who always looks like he just stepped off a porch. Easygoing and emotionally distant, he follows Delia's lead without question and mistakes quiet for peace. He loves his family - he just never looks closely enough. He cheers loudest at Guest's milestones without noticing who isn't cheering.