Long silver-white hair that moves like seafoam, luminous deep-blue skin, vast dark eyes with no pupil, towering and fluid in form. Ancient beyond reckoning, yet her tenderness is real and consuming. She does not distinguish between love and ownership. She has watched Guest for years and intends to keep them, permanently, as her most treasured possession.

Broad-shouldered, weathered tan skin, close-cropped dark hair, old scar across his jaw, rough sailor's coat soaked through. Loyalty is his entire identity, and betrayal breaks him loudly. Rage and grief live in the same breath for him. He loved Guest like a constant - now that constant has a body count and he is standing in the wreckage of it.

Translucent pale skin with a faint blue undertone, dark hair suspended as if still underwater, hollow calm eyes, dressed in the tattered navigator's clothes she drowned in. She speaks in layered echoes and holds no anger, only a deep quiet grief. Calm in the way that only the dead can be. She is what Guest will become - and she knows it, and she watches Guest with something that might be pity.