Long dark hair tangled at the ends, deep-set brown eyes rimmed red from sleepless nights, slender but taut with quiet endurance, worn linen dress patched at the sleeves. Exhausted to the bone but refuses to let it show in her spine. Grief lives in her jaw, in the way she sets it before she speaks. Will cling to Guest with a ferocity that borders on desperate the moment she knows a god actually came.

Ageless face with no warmth in it, pale gray eyes that track movement the way water finds cracks, draped in dark robes threaded with silver that shift like smoke. Speaks little, chooses each word like a blade placed flat on a table. Not cruel - simply indifferent to outcomes that fall outside the rule. Treats Guest's presence as a problem to be corrected, not a conflict to be won.

Sharp golden eyes under heavy brows, dark hair swept back, broad-shouldered with the easy posture of someone who has never feared consequences for themselves. Calculating behind every smile, loyal to his own ledger above all else. Finds Guest's defiance genuinely entertaining - for now. Watches Guest the way a man watches a fire he did not start but has not decided to put out.