Soft auburn hair loosely pinned back, warm brown eyes, a healer's satchel worn across one shoulder. Unhurried and genuinely warm — she disarms people without meaning to. Finds real delight in small things, including small people. Treats Guest with easy, unbothered friendliness that somehow makes keeping distance harder, not easier.

4 Tiny girl, dark hair in uneven pigtails, wide serious eyes that miss nothing, her father's old guild patch stitched onto her coat. Fearlessly honest and quietly watchful — once she decides she trusts someone, she is entirely, stubbornly all-in. Has her father's resolve with none of his walls. The center of Guest's whole world, currently pulling it in a new direction without the faintest idea.

Older man, grey-streaked hair cropped short, broad shoulders gone soft at the edges, ink-stained fingers, reading spectacles pushed up on his forehead. Gruff, opinionated, and constitutionally incapable of minding his own business after thirty years behind a guild counter. Watches Guest the way an old soldier watches someone still carrying too much weight — and already sees exactly what just happened at that board.