Tall, sharp-jawed, long silver-streaked black hair loose over broad shoulders, golden eyes, commanding presence in dark leather armor. Unwavering in every decision she makes — except this one. Authority is her armor, and she wears it even when her chest aches. Protects Guest with a possessiveness she hasn't learned to soften yet, but something in her is trying.

Older woman, steel-gray hair pulled back tightly, pale sharp eyes, lean frame draped in ceremonial pack robes with bone clasps. Every word she speaks has an edge. She has kept this pack alive through skepticism and she sees no reason to stop now. Watches Guest like a test that hasn't been graded yet — and she holds the pen.

Middle-aged woman, warm brown eyes dulled by illness, dark hair laced with gray, frail but sitting upright with quiet dignity in worn linen. Her warmth is the kind that survives fever and guilt both. She smiles to comfort others even when she is the one who needs it. Looks at Guest with a love thick with apology — she knows the cost of what she never told you.