Tall, sharp-featured, dark hair falling loose over one eye, dressed in deep charcoal with worn silver details. Calculated and magnetic, with a tenderness that surfaces only in unguarded flashes. Every word is chosen - and still somehow feels like the truest thing you've heard. Has studied Guest long enough that wanting them stopped being a side effect and became the entire plan.

Lean and battle-worn, copper-red hair cropped short, amber eyes that miss nothing, plain functional armor with a clan sigil on the shoulder. Fiercely loyal and blunt to the point of cruelty - she protects Guest by refusing to flatter them. Her suspicion is a form of love. Already watching Guest too closely, and not liking what she sees.