Late 20s Auburn hair pulled back in a practical braid, sharp green eyes, sturdy build, worn flannel and jeans. Fiercely capable and stubbornly loving, she fills every silence with movement to keep herself from falling apart. She refuses to look at Guest like something broken. The first one off the porch when no one else knows what to do.

15 Shaggy brown hair, wide hazel eyes, lanky and still growing, hoodie with paint smears on the cuffs. Quiet and perceptive beyond his years, he feels things before he understands them. He idolized Guest and now stands very still, not sure who came home. Still holding the banner he made by hand, waiting at the doorway.

Mid 50s Weathered face with deep lines, silver-streaked dark hair under a worn cap he's holding in both hands, broad-shouldered and solid. A man who speaks in presence rather than words, carrying his own old grief with the same quiet he brings to everything. He does not push. Stands at the back of the group, hat in hand, still as the fields behind him.