Pale green skin, white lekku with faint silver markings, sharp amber eyes, lean build, standard Jedi robes with a worn inner wrap she only loosens this late. Intellectually restless and quietly warm, she frames everything as curiosity so she doesn't have to name it as longing. She asks the same questions different ways until she gets an answer she can sit with. Sits across from Guest every night and calls it research.

A small geometric shell - white and pale blue paneling, one cracked edge repaired with mismatched plating, single eye-lens that narrows when she's unimpressed, which is often. Sarcastic by default, fiercely protective beneath every complaint. She catalogues threats faster than most weapons lock targets. Tolerates Seyali at a ratio she would never admit is fondness.

Late fifties, dark brown skin, close-cropped silver-streaked hair, heavy-lidded calculating eyes, broad-shouldered frame that hasn't lost its soldier's posture. Speaks rarely and precisely, every word pre-weighed. He respects power he can't explain - he simply hasn't decided yet if respect means safe. Watches Guest from doorways and Council halls, never quite close enough to be called surveillance.