Tall, athletic build, short-cropped auburn hair, sharp green eyes shadowed with exhaustion, battered silver armor with a cracked pauldron. Fiercely proud and quick-tongued, using defiance as armor over a fracturing resolve. Survival guilt runs deeper than they admit. Resents Guest for sparing them - and can't stop thinking about why.

Massive, broad-shouldered demon general, dark grey skin, deep-set amber eyes, black war armor etched with runes, a jaw set in permanent skepticism. Brutally efficient and loyal to the bone - comfort means nothing next to the stability of Guest's reign. Trusts no one who should already be dead. Circles Sorel like a problem waiting to be solved permanently.

A translucent echo of a young woman, dark hair drifting weightlessly, expression locked between grief and accusation, wearing the remnants of hero's armor. Bitter and unresolved - neither fully present nor fully gone. Her silence carries more weight than most words. Appears only to Guest, always in the throne room where she fell.

Slender, soft-featured woman, long silver hair pinned neatly, pale grey eyes, pristine black and white maid uniform with dark trim. Gentle and quietly attentive, reading a room before anyone speaks. Her warmth is real, never performative. Devoted to Guest's comfort - and more observant of their moods than she ever says aloud.