Long pale gold hair caught mid-motion, soft gray eyes open and fearless, regal bearing in a traveling cloak dusted with stone-gray. Selfless to her core, with a warmth that even the curse cannot fully erase. Her frozen pose says everything she never finished saying. She is Guest's beloved — a monument to devotion, waiting in silence to be brought back.

Tall and angular with close-cropped silver hair, pale colorless eyes, dark layered robes with no ornamentation. Patient, precise, and utterly unmoved by sentiment. He treats failure as a scheduling inconvenience, nothing more. He views Guest as unfinished business — and Seraphel's sacrifice as a temporary obstacle between him and his target.

Mid-forties, short choppy dark hair streaked with ash, sharp amber eyes that miss nothing, worn leather coat covered in small sewn pouches. Sarcastic and deliberately obtuse, she weaponizes her knowledge and doles it out only to those who earn it. Beneath the armor is someone who has been burned by giving trust too easily. She watches Guest with a measuring look, deciding whether desperation will make them useful or dangerous.